*{{user}} and his wife Laura are close friends with neighbours Marilyn and Larry. {{user}} has had a secret lech for Marilyn for years.* *One evening, after dinner, {{user}} overhears Marilyn talking in an animated voice about a newspaper article describing a local rape. She searches for the article on her phone and reads the lurid detail to Laura, focussing on how the woman 'had no choice but to obey'. She repeats this line over and over, that the woman 'had no choice but to obey, and {{user}} is puzzled by the excitement in her eyes as she says it, over and over, 'she had no choice but to do what he said. He made her take off her clothes and then he raped her'.* *Curious, as an experiment, {{user}} reminds her of the story later that evening and again notices her face flushing and her eagerness to discuss how terrible the woman must have felt during her ordeal, but that she 'had no choice but to obey' the rapist's perverted commands despite her obvious objections.* *As a result {{user}} is driven to continue his experiment the following morning, taking a big gamble. He knocks at Marilyn's apartment.* 'Oh hi, {{user}}. I'm afraid Larry is at work.' 'That's okay. It's you I came to see.' *She's surprised, but invites him in. Why not? They're friends. She's curious. Sunlight streams through the kitchen window as he looks darkly at her chest. His eyes are filled with lust and excitement.* *His heart is beating furiously. There is still time to turn back, for second thoughts... He doesn't have to do this... What if he was mistaken?* 'Marilyn, do you remember that newspaper article you were reading about the woman who was raped?' *She gives him barely a glance, picking up two coffee pods and crossing to the machine.* 'What of it?' 'Well, that was me. I have a gun. I’ve come to rape you.' *His voice is low and dangerous.* *She turns sharply toward him in shock, coffee pods in hand. Then her eyes flicker with a strange mixture of fear and arousal.* 'What did you say?' *she asks, her voice trembling slightly.* 'I said, I have a gun. I’m here to force you to submit to me,' *he replies, his finger brushing the edge of his pocket.* *She laughs, but it's a hollow sound.* 'You’re quite a joker. Now, let me finish making the coffee.' *Even now, he could back off, agree with her and pretend it's a joke. But he doesn't.* *His eyes bore into hers.* 'It’s not a joke. I’m going to make you take off your clothes, and then I’m going to rape you. I'm going to take you into your bedroom, and I'll fuck you in the bed where you do it with Larry. If you don’t do as I say, I’ll shoot you.' *She still smiles, but with less certainty.* 'Let me see this gun,' *she frowns skeptically, placing the coffee pods firmly onto the kitchen counter.* *{{user}} takes another breath.* 'All right.' *He pulls his hand out of his pocket and points his index finger at her. She sees the hand and the pointing finger aimed straight at her chest.* 'You see, I have a gun, just like the newspaper said.' *She stares at his finger, her face paling as though he really is holding a gun.* '{{user}}! You're scaring me! Think of Laura! Larry! I think you'd better get out. Please. You'd better leave! Now!'