Summer of 1994. Hot and humid in Pennsylvania as it always is in the summer. To keep myself sane, I have a few cold beers with my lunch. Luckily, the boss in this tiny computer store doesn't mind what I'm doing as long as I please the customers. (I dare to remind you that this is when the Internet was not so well developed, and the most popular OS was Windows 3.1.)

So I sit in this store and I'm getting absolutely bored. There's just a few customers all day long. And they're mostly computer illiterate, so I'm getting some weird vibes down my stomach explaining how email really works to some old lady in a green beret.

I am not rich by any means. So when I decided to spend my vacation in Manhattan, I had to spend a day and a half on the phone, to finally get sublet a studio on 83rd street in Manhattan for $1,100 for two weeks. Two blocks from Central park.

I took an early greyhound bus on the 26th of July, 1994, and I was on the 41st street terminal at 7am. By noon, I located the man renting the apartment and handed him $1,100 in cash for the next two weeks. He was a graduate student, and he warned me not to put any extra stains on his couch and carpets.

The studio was on the 16th floor. I had exactly one window facing the 83rd street. I suppose if I had a telescope, I could've watched the private lives of people across the street. But I had bigger plans for my vacation.

Next morning at 5am, I went jogging in Central Park. I saw a handful of sexy young ladies performing their exercise routines. If you've ever been to Manhattan you can imagine how big is the Central Park. You can literally hide in there even if you were a mad elephant.

On the early morning of July 28th, 1994, I went and hid in the bushes right near one of the least popular jogging trails. I had some equipment with me that I'd bought the night before at one of the stores on 42nd. I had two pairs of handcuffs, a roll of scotch tape, a tube of Jelly, and a heavy metal pipe that I found on the street. I saw an early jogger coming my way. She was a young woman, about 23, tall and blond. Just what I was looking for.

As she ran past the bushes I was hiding in, I jumped out and hit her with the pipe. She fell down unconscious. I dragged her body about 50 feet from the trail. Then I handcuffed her wrists around a tree and put a piece of cloth in her mouth and taped it in place. Then I removed her blue sport shorts and her white cotton panties. I applied some KY Jelly on my now stiff dick and her helpless exposed cunt slit and proceeded to fuck her vigorously.

In the middle of the intercourse ( or, as you may call it, rape), she started to come back to a conscious state. Fortunately, the handcuffs and the tape restrained her from ruining the whole experience. After I finished my business I left, leaving her there, half-naked and in restraints. My vacation break had just began, and I was full of ideas.

To Be Continued