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later explained.
Maria thought it was weird, aggressive. “I was extremely uncomfortable,” she said.
Maria and Jeff chatted briefly about everyday topics; she mentioned some pain she had in her shoulder and told Jeff she was going to physical and massage therapy. Jeff seemed to have something to share and wanted to talk, so Maria thought that inviting him inside her apartment might help. She walked over to the couch and sat down. Jeff followed.
“Would you like a cup of tea or a cold drink?” Maria asked.
“No, thank you,” Jeff said.
No sooner had Jeff declined the beverage offer than he moved toward Maria and began kissing her again, this time more aggressively.
Maria pushed him away. “That makes me uncomfortable, Jeff. Stop it. It’s not right.” Maria knew Jeff was married with kids. She had no idea what was going on. Jeff was not just coming on to her. He was being sexually forceful, overbearing. Maria was frightened.
“You don’t always have to do things that are right,” Jeff said. “So if it feels good . . . well, you just do it.”
“Massages are great,” Jeff continued, going back to the massage theme they had discussed. “They feel so good. I could almost orgasm during a massage. I haven’t had one in a while—a massage, that is.” He laughed. “I have no trouble having an orgasm.”
This made Maria even more alarmed.
“Where does it hurt?” Jeff asked. “Come on. Please let me give you a massage.”
“No, Jeff . . . this is making me very uncomfortable.” Maria wanted him to leave, but she didn’t know how to tell him without perhaps making him violently angry. There was no telling what he’d do if she demanded he leave right away.
“You know,” he said, “I have every right to pick you up and bring you in the bedroom and make love to you. You’re not the type to kiss and tell, are you, Maria?”
Maybe a bit naïve, Maria figured Jeff’s “kiss and tell” remark was a reference to him not getting caught by his wife.
“Why didn’t you answer your door yesterday when I knocked?” Jeff asked.
Maria said she never answered the door unless she was expecting someone, adding how “extremely cautious” she was because “You never know what might happen.” Her sister being raped, of course, was now at the forefront of Maria’s mind. To the outside world Donna was an anonymous Jane Doe. Nobody, with the exception of family and a few close friends, knew what had happened. The newspapers had reported the attack under the Jane Doe policy of not publicly announcing the victim’s name or address. Where was Jeff taking this? What was Jeff trying to say?
Jeff said, “Hey, I know what you mean. I own a gun and bring it with me wherever I go.”
Maria remembered Donna telling her that the man who raped her had a gun.
As the alarming conversation continued, Jeff asked about Donna and John’s house and how much they were asking for its sale. The Palombas had recently put their house on the market.
“Not sure, Jeff,” Maria answered. “But she recently installed an alarm system because of a burglary, so I assume it will go for more money.”
The mention of a burglary piqued Jeff’s interest. He asked when the burglary had occurred; he seemed to want to know details.
“About a month ago,” Maria said. Although Maria didn’t put it together right then, the questions Jeff asked seemed to fall in line with some of the particulars of Donna’s attack.
“Was anyone home?” Jeff pressed.
“Yes—Donna.”
“She must have been scared shitless.”
For the next several minutes, Jeff tried to talk Maria into giving him a massage while he “made love” (his words) to her. As he talked, the neighborhood mailman walked up to the door and slipped Maria’s mail into the door slot. The noise startled Jeff, and he jumped off the couch and said, “Who’s that?”
Maria thought Jeff looked “troubled” and asked if he was okay.
“Yes,” Jeff snapped. “Why do you
Maria thought it was weird, aggressive. “I was extremely uncomfortable,” she said.
Maria and Jeff chatted briefly about everyday topics; she mentioned some pain she had in her shoulder and told Jeff she was going to physical and massage therapy. Jeff seemed to have something to share and wanted to talk, so Maria thought that inviting him inside her apartment might help. She walked over to the couch and sat down. Jeff followed.
“Would you like a cup of tea or a cold drink?” Maria asked.
“No, thank you,” Jeff said.
No sooner had Jeff declined the beverage offer than he moved toward Maria and began kissing her again, this time more aggressively.
Maria pushed him away. “That makes me uncomfortable, Jeff. Stop it. It’s not right.” Maria knew Jeff was married with kids. She had no idea what was going on. Jeff was not just coming on to her. He was being sexually forceful, overbearing. Maria was frightened.
“You don’t always have to do things that are right,” Jeff said. “So if it feels good . . . well, you just do it.”
“Massages are great,” Jeff continued, going back to the massage theme they had discussed. “They feel so good. I could almost orgasm during a massage. I haven’t had one in a while—a massage, that is.” He laughed. “I have no trouble having an orgasm.”
This made Maria even more alarmed.
“Where does it hurt?” Jeff asked. “Come on. Please let me give you a massage.”
“No, Jeff . . . this is making me very uncomfortable.” Maria wanted him to leave, but she didn’t know how to tell him without perhaps making him violently angry. There was no telling what he’d do if she demanded he leave right away.
“You know,” he said, “I have every right to pick you up and bring you in the bedroom and make love to you. You’re not the type to kiss and tell, are you, Maria?”
Maybe a bit naïve, Maria figured Jeff’s “kiss and tell” remark was a reference to him not getting caught by his wife.
“Why didn’t you answer your door yesterday when I knocked?” Jeff asked.
Maria said she never answered the door unless she was expecting someone, adding how “extremely cautious” she was because “You never know what might happen.” Her sister being raped, of course, was now at the forefront of Maria’s mind. To the outside world Donna was an anonymous Jane Doe. Nobody, with the exception of family and a few close friends, knew what had happened. The newspapers had reported the attack under the Jane Doe policy of not publicly announcing the victim’s name or address. Where was Jeff taking this? What was Jeff trying to say?
Jeff said, “Hey, I know what you mean. I own a gun and bring it with me wherever I go.”
Maria remembered Donna telling her that the man who raped her had a gun.
As the alarming conversation continued, Jeff asked about Donna and John’s house and how much they were asking for its sale. The Palombas had recently put their house on the market.
“Not sure, Jeff,” Maria answered. “But she recently installed an alarm system because of a burglary, so I assume it will go for more money.”
The mention of a burglary piqued Jeff’s interest. He asked when the burglary had occurred; he seemed to want to know details.
“About a month ago,” Maria said. Although Maria didn’t put it together right then, the questions Jeff asked seemed to fall in line with some of the particulars of Donna’s attack.
“Was anyone home?” Jeff pressed.
“Yes—Donna.”
“She must have been scared shitless.”
For the next several minutes, Jeff tried to talk Maria into giving him a massage while he “made love” (his words) to her. As he talked, the neighborhood mailman walked up to the door and slipped Maria’s mail into the door slot. The noise startled Jeff, and he jumped off the couch and said, “Who’s that?”
Maria thought Jeff looked “troubled” and asked if he was okay.
“Yes,” Jeff snapped. “Why do you
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