This week is the anniversary. He gave us a lift to the next town in the middle of nowhere really. He tried to come on to her. Drunk and lecherous. We were teens. Didn't know what to do. He drove down a dirt track and ordered us out of the car. He had a gun. He made me take my clothes off and go down on him. At some point he started grunting and the next thing I know my ears were ringing and he was on the ground dead. She had taken the fun off him and shot him dead. We just ran back to town through the fields and nobody ever mentioned it to us even though it was a thing at the time. He had a family. Young kids. They never knew I guess.