I had just gotten married in 1994, but couldn't keep my past from invading my future. The next year proved to be the collision. Even my husband doesn't know the details of this story.
My best friend in he whole world, Kimi, was getting married back in upstate New York. There was a beautiful deck next to a stream.
My husband escorted me inside for the reception. The place was a combination of a hotel, bar, and restaurant. There was wood paneling throughout the place. You had to go upstairs to get to the hotel portion. The bar was open to outsiders and right next to where the bathrooms and hot food was. This was not an event with waiters.
I was uncomfortable the first time I went to the bathroom, as I received all sorts of whistles and comments. I was dressed all in black. My dress had a lace overlay and was short-sleeved with just the lace. It came up pretty high on my thighs and I finished the look with sheer black hose, black heels, and a black lace bra with coordinating panties.
My husband and I danced and drank some on the restaurant side. We were taking a break when a man came up to me and said hello. I couldn't quite figure out who it was at first, but suddenly felt ill when I realized it was Tim. It had been eight years since I was date raped and then had consensual sexual encounters with him, and I always wondered how I would react. Next to him was the girl he was fucking at the same time he was using me...Tall, blonde, and slim.
I quickly excused myself and headed towards the bathroom. Since my last visit to the bathroom was not an experience I wanted to go through again, I headed upstairs figuring that there was probably another bathroom upstairs.
Five minutes passed while I calmed myself down. The bathroom was vacant, so there was no one to talk with.
He was there when I came out of the bathroom, standing so smug in his tailored suit. he was little heavier than I had remembered him, but was still a person I dreamed about.
before I had a chance to speak, he took me down one of the hallways. It was obvious he didn't want to talk. I hesitantly followed.