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Rachel called over to Jordi’s house to see how she was doing. The phone rang through a number of rings and then the answering machine picked up the message that Rachel left for Jordi to call her.

Jordi had said that Samuel was going to stay with her and that he was going to sleep in her spare bedroom, the last time that they had spoken. Rachel hung up and thought that maybe they could get together for dinner later if Jordi was feeling up to it after she had been ravished by strangers in a dark, mysterious public place, right before Rachel’s eyes, just the day before.

Rachel then called the choir director and he also failed to answer. Rachel made up her mind to drive over to his house and pay him a visit in person since he had been out of communication after he was dropped off in his car following the exit the party had made from the monastery in such a rush. He was buck naked the last time that she had seen him, without thinking about that state for very long.

She drove over to his house and walked up to the home’s rear entrance door that she usually used to pay him an occasional visit. The door was unlocked so she turned the knob and opened the door, announcing her arrival to him.

He eventually came out of the bathroom, wearing a robe. His hair was wet and he had shaved but his skin color was off. When he saw her, his face reddened further, possibly at the thought of her having to rescue him from the shackled bondage device that he had been strapped into. “Good morning,” was all that he said as he passed by her in the wide main hallway as he walked towards his kitchen.

The house was neat and clean, in a sterile kind of way. After his wife had died a slow and lingering death by a recurrent cancer, he had painted every wall and cabinet white, which Rachel had helped him with. They got closer doing this job together and Rachel reminded herself that everyone suffered through grief differently.

She followed him into the kitchen and he set two coffee mugs out for the pot that was brewing on his stove top. He poured the java in silence and sat down as she followed suit. The silence was overpowering.

“Are you alright?” she asked him. He kind of did a short laugh-snort and nodded his head in response. She waited for some semblance of a conversation to arise but it never did.

“I was worried about you last night. You were not yourself. How did you sleep?” Rachel asked him.

He looked down at his steaming coffee and then back up at her. “How could I sleep after being violated like that?,” he said as his eyes went back to the ceramic mug in front of him.

“Do you want to see a doctor…” she started to ask him again, as she had the night before when she last saw him.

The choir director shook his head again and stood up from the table quickly. She almost stood up herself from being startled by his abrupt movement. Instead, he opened a white kitchen cabinet door and took some blue pills from a bottle and threw them back into his throat. He then reached over and washed down the pills with the milk that he used as a coffee creamer. He sat down again, still silent.

Rachel was uncomfortable but wanted to be supportive of her friend. They had been sitting there for about twenty minutes and the coffee was no longer steaming from his mug. She was almost done with her drink, which she had only sipped on since she was more of a tea drinker, like her friend Jordi.

She went to stand up but her one leg buckled under her. The choir director asked her if she needed any help. Rachel shook her head but something was off. She sat back down into her chair. Her thoughts were being slowed without reason. Her regular back ache from her bra pulling on her neck seemed to lessen as she sat there.

The choir director stood up and as he did so the front of his bathrobe opened and his erect penis pointed Bolu Escort toward Rachel who sat in an ongoing silence.

“It was just some prescription muscle relaxer in the coffee. Why don’t you finish your cup my dear?” the choir director asked her, as if not expecting a response. He took a step towards her but she seemed to pull back from him in her chair. When he picked up her mug to put it near her mouth in an effort to get her to drink more, Rachel managed to get an arm up and knock the mug out of his grasp, spilling on the table. Her persistent back pain was almost completely gone she thought to herself. She felt like dead weight to the muscles that kept her sitting up.

The choir director went to the counter and picked up a white kitchen rag and sopped up the spilt coffee and drug beverage. He walked back over to Rachel and tilted her head back as he held the dripping rag over her closed mouth, as the spilled liquid dribbled inside of her lips. Rachel could slightly taste the sugar as it flowed into her mouth and down her throat from this nefarious unwelcome oral deposit by the choir director.

He started to talk to her now. He stated that this was how he had managed his wife and his wife’s medical condition at the end of her life. He laughed a little and said, “Well maybe for a longer part than she realized,” in a matter-of-fact way. “The best sex that we ever had,” he said as he brought his Viagra-erection in line with the side of Rachel’s face.

“Whyyy…,” Rachel kind of asked in an open-ended way without really expecting an answer that would be suitable, as he squeezed a little more coffee into her now open mouth with the endlessly wet white rag. The milk separated on top of her tongue as she tried to move it without any response there.

“You saw me in a very vulnerable state Rachel. I gave in to the sexual advances of those conniving women at that wretched place that your yard worker took us to. I never even got my rocks off there and that one guy penetrated me while I was tied over that wooden barrel. You will never look at me the same way again,” the choir director said.

Rachel was pretty out of it at this moment. She listened without hearing the sounds and saw without seeing the light and images around her. It was like being on the bottom of the ocean while swimming inside of your own mind, all at the same time.

The choir director put down his rag and reached down and grabbed Rachel’s left breast over her clothing and said that he was going to enjoy this.

The phone on the wall rang, diverting his attention for a moment. He thought about not answering it but he was compelled to see who it might be. He picked up the phone and said hello.

It was Jordi. She was asking the choir director how he was doing today. He said that he was fine, and was just feeling a little under the weather. He asked Jordi how she was doing and she said to him a lot better today. Jordi asked if he had spoken to Rachel yet that day and he said that he had. He was asked if he knew where Rachel was since she was not answering her telephone when called at her house. The choir director said that he did not know where she might be after they had hung up the phone.

Rachel herself slumped further in her chair without any support by her medication-relaxed muscles. She thought maybe she could fall out of the chair and create a disturbance but her body was all dead weight.

The choir director cut the phone call with Jordi short. He told Jordi that he would let Rachel know that Jordi was looking for her, the next time that he saw Rachel. He would tell her himself he stated.

He hung up the phone and went back to Rachel. He went to raise her up from the chair but she was too far slumped over to get any leverage under her shoulders, which is what he had planned. He cursed the delay in his Bolu Escort Bayan planning, and now imminent execution. His erection continued to get in the way from his open robe as he knelt down to Rachel’s face. “Just lay back and relax,” he told her.

He pulled at the sleeves of her sweater by her wrists and got the garment off and ready to get over her head. Her heavy breasts spilled out from the confinement of the sweater, held back by her old school negligee slip and bra. He folded the sweater and then buried his nose into the fabric where he deeply inhaled from it almost ceremoniously.

Sliding his fingers along the outside of her arms, he could see he was raising goose flesh as he took his time in physically surveying her body. He got his fingers under the thin material straps and by bunching up the slip below that, he was able to get it all to come off together as he pulled it also over her slumped head.

She sat there now almost naked from the waist up but for her bra. She had a slight paunch given the unnatural contortion of her body as she was so parked in her chair. He pushed her back into the chair and a cold sensation touched her back as she felt the decorative metal plate there make bare skin contact. Using his fingers he slid them down the top and inside of her left bra as he fished for her nipple.

The sensation kind of triggered her back to some active thought, along with the cool metal behind her. He went further into her bra and found her lazy nipple, equally soft and deflated.

The telephone in the room rang again. The choir director bit down for a moment before he moved away from Rachel to reach for the receiver. He picked it up and said hello. It was Rachel’s son. He had called to look for her but no one knew where she was. He said that he needed to see her and that she had left a note on the kitchen table that she was going over to the choir director’s house to see him before lunch. Her son asked if she had arrived yet at the choir director’s house.

The choir director was silent for an indicting moment. “No, I have not seen her yet. Maybe she made some stops before she was going to arrive” he told Rachel’s son.

“I am pretty close to your house, or where I recall it to be. Can you look outside to see if you can see me?” the son asked the choir director. The choir director put down the phone and went to look out the front door that he rarely opened. No sign of anyone out there or Rachel’s son.

When the choir director went back into the kitchen he said back into the telephone, no I do not see you…

The choir director looked to where Rachel had been sitting but she was no longer there. He looked under the kitchen table in case she had fallen there, but she was not. The sound of his back door closing got his attention.

“I will have to call you back, sorry.” The choir director told Rachel’s son as he tried to hang the phone up. The younger man yelled that he was on his way.

Rachel had made it out the door that she had so innocently arrived at earlier. Wearing nothing but her bra and jeans, she staggered past the white lawn angel towards her car.

She hit the side of the car and slid down to the door lock handle. She pulled at the handle and the door opened. She took one step back to let the door open and she fell into the interior. She pulled the door shut behind her using the connected seat belt. She also was able to hit the interior lock button which locked all of the car doors. That was about it for her energy output.

The choir director could not run out into his yard with a raging Viagra hard-on wearing nothing but an open bathrobe as he chased after a lady with big boobs wearing nothing but a bra. He knew that so he quickly pulled on a pair of sweat pants under his bathrobe. His erection was undeterred throughout.

Rachel’s Escort Bolu keys were inside of her purse on the kitchen table. He went inside to get them when he heard a car pull up. His ears seemingly pulled back as he realized that his best laid plans were being shot full of holes.

The next thing that he knew Jordi was at his front door. She rang the bell and then she started to pound on the storm door. He went to the front door. Jordi opened the exterior door and asked if Rachel was there. She said that she had heard from Rachel’s son and that he had found a note that she was coming over here before lunch. Jordi asked if she could come in. The choir director said that he was not up for company, but he relented when Jordi became insistent. Neighbors might be looking…

Jordi looked at the choir director. She could not recognize him in such a state of disrepair. He was not wearing an undershirt, he was still in his bathrobe, and then she noticed the bulge in his sweat pants. She put her hand to her mouth to restrain her response. Maybe Rachel was sleeping with the choir director?

She wanted to look around. The choir director seemingly objected. He tried to make a little joke about choir practice being cancelled but it fell flat. Jordi looked into the kitchen and saw Rachel’s handbag sitting on the table in there. There was no turning back now for anyone involved today.

“Rachel, Rachel, where are you?” Jordi yelled out loud. She started to race around the living room and kitchen areas. ‘Where is she,” she asked the choir director directly, moving towards him with her head down.

The choir director bailed out. He ran out the back door and right into the arms of Samuel.

Samuel was not expecting the sudden appearance of the older man. The older man kind of clawed beyond Samuel in a futile attempt to extricate himself from the immediate situation.

Jordi brought the conversation stage of their visit to a halt right there. “Rachel’s purse is inside but I cannot find her…look there is her car,” as she pointed over the shoulder of Samuel.

The choir director made a final push to free himself from Samuel’s firm grasp but Samuel held firm. The momentum of the older man brought Samuel’s left hand together at the bathrobe top while Samuel’s right hand sought out a lower grip. His hands came across the erection which he seized upon as an impromptu handle, hoisted the man aloft and flung him into the cement angel statue in the yard. The choir director’s face hit an angel’s wing and caused an immediate flow of blood to run down the angel’s carved back as the choir director slumped to the pedestal base.

Jordi ran past the two men and looked into Rachel’s car. “Here she is Samuel, Rachel’s in the car…she is naked!” Jordi yelled aloud.

Samuel got to the car window quickly and looked inside. Rachel was in there shivering without anything on but her bra. He could see into her cleavage and displaced bra cup. He looked to the car door. The door was locked but Jordi quickly said that the car keys may be in her purse inside, before Samuel broke open the window which might injure Rachel in the process.

Rachel’s son arrived and came upon the scene as Jordi was opening the car door with the keys. Rachel was unconscious inside of the vehicle interior lying there in her bra.

“Mother, mother, what happened?” the younger man screamed. He got in a quick look at Samuel as if to determine his role in the shenanigans but Samuel was ready for him if he appointed himself the judge and the jury on the spot. Samuel pointed over to the prone bloody form underneath the white angel lawn decoration to divert the ill-will from Rachel’s son.

Jordi reached in and felt for a pulse on Rachel’s neck. She was just sleeping it seemed. She covered Rachel with the now-unfolded sweater that had been next to her purse on the kitchen table.

The sun at high noon stood above them and the light of the day shone upon all of them together at that moment in time like a celestial symphony performing before their assembled choir.

(END OF CHAPTER THREE)

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