This is a story about rape and how it effects the victoms left to deal with it.

    I recently did a inteview witha friend of mine who was the victom of a rape and later became pregnate and had a miscarage. The whole experiace in her words, " Makes me think sex is dirt."

        Me-  "I want to ask you some qestions about ty your rape. Ok?

        Her- "O.k. I wil try."

        Me-"Did you know the man tha that raped you? And what date did it happen and how old were you?"

        Her- "Yes. It was a guy I knew and it happened the day after Thankgiveng in 2001 I was twenty five.

        Me-"Were you dateing this guy.?

        Her-:"Kinda."

         Me-"O.k. Was there a fight between you and him or was the rape out of the blue."

        Her-" We were gonna break up."

         Me-"So he decided to rape you?"

         Her-"Yes he forced down on the bed held me down and raped me."

         Me-"Did he ever find out you got knocked up?"

         Her-"No he didn't I wasn't gonna let that ass know it."

         Me-"Good girl"

         Her-"I realy wanted that baby that's all I ever wanted."

         Me-"I am sure you would have made a good mom."

         Her-"Thank you sis I have a lot of love to give."

         Me-"You can give it to Mike and our three daughters"

                                             The End