One Night   She came home that night from shopping, tired,
annoyed, ready for bed. The door to her duplex was unlocked. Had
she forgotten again? Damn, not smart. With one hand loaded down
with bags, half way into her home, she groped blindly around the
door jam, trying to find the light.  Suddenly, there is a rough
hand over her mouth, another in her short hair, pulling her back
into the living room. Distantly, she hears the crash of jars on
the tiled foyer floor and the door slams shut. Adrenaline pumps
violently through her body, making it hard to breath around the
hand, let alone scream. Both arms flail around, trying to catch
hold of the hands. A leg trips her up and she's on the floor,
with him above, straddling her hips. She pushes with her legs
and hips, but it's useless, he's way too big. Both hands are
above her head, and he smashes his mouth into hers, blocking any
noises and she feels a cord of some sort wrapped around her
wrists.  He lets go of her hands and then he's ripping her thin
tank top off