“We decided that he will wait for me in the citrus plantation near the Ganot junction. He was to wait on his hands and his knees with his face buried in the leaves.
'O.K. last time, are you sure?' the answer sounded like it came from deep in the soil in a shaking voice saying - 'pleaaaaase'. I then blind folded him and stuffed his mouth with a sock.
A day before the internet chat room he wrote me 'The truth is that I am looking to be raped'. Bingo.
The opportunity to make one's fantasy a reality was looking more and more as an only option for some awaking. To be for a giving period of time, an object of real passion, a shining star, a once in a life time and unforgettable experience in one's dull life. But there, with the sweet and intoxicating scent of the citrus trees filling the air, against that quivering body with rhythm shouts like machine, sounds of kicks -yell, I knew- his hand was on top. I then understood that this consent was a planned trap. All was left for me to do was to tie his limps to four trunks, cover him with soil and leafs, and leave that place. Don't you understand-that was my only choice.