Whatever Your Heart Desires Part 5

There was no way around it; I had fucked up, big time. First things first; I did what every rape victim is supposed to do. Detective Dottie Henson of the police department's Sex Crimes Unit took my report. She escorted me to the hospital to process a rape kit (neither of us expected anything usable to turn up after the shower I had taken), plus tox and STD screens (that thought was chilling).

"Ron" and "Terry" had struck before – several times. They usually dosed the girl's drink at the bar during the initial pick-up, then took her somewhere more private, presumably a motel room. I was the second victim they had 'played' over time. They were slick and methodical. They were not employed at the health club as they claimed, and none of their previous 'dates' had been given an address or phone number. At that point, the police could not even be certain what their real names were or if they even lived locally.

The digital slide show had been a break; Danni's appearance in it more so. I managed to convince Dottie to keep Danni out of the investigation, at least for now. She had been ready to put out an 'all-points' for my mate. Your husband saw you being raped, did nothing to stop it, then disappeared immediately after? And you aren't at least a LITTLE suspicious? I reasoned with her. Given my unfaithful past, Danni would have no reason to suspect what she saw was anything but more of the same – taken to the most humiliating (for her) extreme yet. That would easily explain her sudden departure. If I didn't appear in complete control of my senses, well, I was being fucked stupid and it wouldn't be unusual for me to have a drink or two – or three – beforehand.

She still wasn't buying it – until I showed her a picture of Danni. It was one of a series of photos I had had taken of her at one of those walk-in glamour photography studios in the mall. Danni had been wearing a little cropped tank top that showed off her cleavage and hand span waist, a sinfully-short little flare skirt and platform ankle-strap sandals. Her navel piercing had healed by then and I wanted a portrait that showed off that cute little jeweled ring. I practically had to catch Dottie's jaw in my hand and close it manually.