That’s why he looked so familiar. His face was younger than that of the teacher I remembered cupping after he tried to seduce me. The memory brought a bitter taste to my mouth, along with the rekindled agony of abuse while I was held captive. I wanted to forget the moment I grabbed Mr. Donato’s nuts and squeezed them until he squirmed in pain. But that first sexual contact with a man had left me scarred. Donato left me no choice. He would have assaulted me and perhaps raped me, but back then I had enough strength and smarts to fight off the bastard in the only way I could.This man in front of me resembled my teacher, and I wondered how closely related they were. And what the hell was this guy doing here? Why was he looking for me, and how did he know who I was? My old name was supposed to be hidden from everybody, especially those in Congress. But Mr. Donato, my high school teacher was just that, a teacher – not a Congressman. Peter’s identical last name had to be a coincidence, didn’t it?“I’m sorry, but I need to get back to my friends.”
