I knew the cocky kid from the pool cleaners would be back. The greedy way he looked at me in my bikini gave away what was going through his mind. It took him a week. The doorbell rang in mid-evening and he was on the step, pushing roughly past me when I answered it. I could tell at once that he was doped up on something to give him energy and that he was frightened. He pushed me into the living room and stood staring at me. What do you want, I asked more calmly than I felt. I can sort of handle myself but he was bigger and much heavier. He didn't reply, just stared, moving nervously on the balls of his feet like an animal preparing to spring. Listen, I said, I know what you want and I'm prepared to give it to you if you won't hurt me. It'll be better for both of us if there's no struggle. Still no answer. His breathing was heavy and I doubted the extent of his self control. I pulled off my t-shirt and let my shorts drop and stood in front of him in my bra and panties. See, I said, you can have what you came for. You can fuck me all you want and I'll let you. I took a step towards him, unfastening my bra. He grabbed my bare breasts while I pulled my panties down. I put my hand on his to try to ease his grip. You're hurting me, I said. I'm not going to stop you touching me anywhere you like. You can be gentle and just enjoy me. It wasn't in him to be gentle. He grabbed me by the crotch and pushed me towards a sofa. I took his face in my hands. Fuck me, I said. I want you to fuck me. I kissed his mouth. I'm not going to stop you. I let myself drop on to the sofa, my legs spread wide for him. He began to wrestle clumsily with his belt but I calmed him. Take it easy, I said. It'll be much more enjoyable for both of us if you just get naked. I'm not going to try to stop you because I don't want to. There's no need for you to rape me if I want you to fuck me. He was ready to believe me now. He got himself out of his clothes and stood naked over me. I took his dick in my hand and kissed the swollen head. God, it's so beautiful, I said. Let me suck you off. I took him in my mouth without waiting for an answer. His body stiffened and he thrust his pelvis foward to get himself deeper in my mouth. I moved it up and down him a few times then, positioning my front teeth where the body of the penis meets the head, I bit down as hard as I could. He screamed a scream that was barely recognisable as human, wrenching himself backwards and throwing himself on the floor, his hands, scarlet blood coursing between the fingers, grappled to his crotch to try to staunch the agonising pain in his destroyed manhood. And he screamed and screamed. I realised I didn't need to flee ; he was no longer a danger to anyone. In fact I dialled 911 before I got dressed again. He was still collapsed on the floor when the cops and an ambulance arrived. The cops didn't need to hear my story to know what had happened ; I just filled in the details. He's serving 20 years with no possibility of parole and he won't be raping anyone when he gets out. The police told me his cock was so badly damaged that they had to amputate the head. Fucking moron.