many people we’re related. She doesn’t want the world to know she’s old enough to have a daughter my age, and I don’t want anyone assuming I’m like her.”
“And hiding how attractive you are and repressing your sexuality ensures no one thinks that?”
“I guess.” Hannah shrugged one shoulder. “But I’m so self-conscious in bed, I can’t even enjoy sex. I’ll never get married if men don’t ask me out.”
“I’m sure they would if you’d stop passing yourself off as an old maid. You’d be gorgeous if you wore your hair down and put on a little more makeup. Callie tells me you have a bombshell figure. Get some clothes that show off your curves instead of hiding them.”
“I tried that once while I was attending the community college. A girlfriend talked me into wearing one of her bikinis when a group of us decided to cut class and go to the shore.”
“And?”
“All the guys who never noticed me before suddenly wanted to be my best friend. Except they weren’t interested in talking to me—they just wanted to stare at my boobs.”
“Big surprise there. Face it, Hannah, nineteen-year-old guys are as shallow as puddles.”
She laughed without humor. “And as a nineteen-year-old virgin, I was as gullible as a kid who believes in a Tooth Fairy.”
Diana’s gaze narrowed. “I’m guessing one disillusioned you?”
“You could say that. After dark, I stupidly went for a walk on the beach with a boy I liked. The sad part was, Eric was a total hunk, so I probably would’ve willingly slept with him if he had asked me out a few times.”
“Please don’t tell me he raped—”
“He tried.” Hannah could almost taste the sour bile that had risen in her throat that night. “He stopped to kiss me, and the next thing I knew he pushed me down in the sand, yanked off my bathing suit top, and used it to tie my wrists to the leg of a lifeguard stand. Then he stripped off my bikini bottom and shoved it into my mouth as a gag.”
Diana remained silent, watching Hannah mentally relive the horrific experience. In her panic, she’d nearly choked on the sand. Something in her expression apparently caused the therapist’s mouth to tighten. Diana finally spoke. “From the mortified look on your face, I’m sensing he managed to force a physical response from you.”
Hannah swallowed hard, recalling her shame when licked and sucked both of her nipples, while fondling her non-stop. His tongue’s eager lapping simply intensified the unrelenting pulsing inside her, turning the river of tears streaming down her cheeks into barely a trickle compared to the hot flood gushing from between her legs.
When she didn’t deny the therapist’s perceptive assumption, Diana squeezed her hand. “It’s okay if your body responded, Hannah. A person’s nerve endings can’t differentiate between the sensation caused by a lover or a rapist. Some women even climax while they ’re being raped . Especially in cases where the attacker doesn’t cause the victim physical pain. But it doesn’t mean the woman is enjoying it.”
Hannah had felt what she suspected was the beginning of an orgasm, which she’d never gotten close to since. From that time on, she’d felt like a deviant, wondering if Eric had been right and she’d in some unspoken way asked for what he’d done to her.
“When a woman climaxes during molestation, it doesn’t mean she wants to be violated,” Diana repeated.
Hannah closed her eyes and whispered, “He didn’t believe that. Apparently, since I got so wet, he didn’t consider it rape. While I kept fighting to free myself, Eric pulled down his trunks and then shoved my legs apart. He said, ‘ You know you want this. You can’t jiggle your tits at me all day and not put out.’ ”
Just thinking of Eric shoving his angry-looking erection inside her had generated an extra burst of adrenaline in her.
“At that point, I managed to yank my wrists free of his knot and ripped the gag out
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