He knew that his luck was running out. But he still hoped that it would hold for just this last time. He hadn't laid hands on a woman in months. He'd taken his medicine and made regular visits to his therapist just like he promised.
He felt bad about the last one and would find some way to make it up to her, if only he could get out. If only he could get another chance. But not the one before her, she deserved it. She cut him bad, nearly castrated him.
Only luck saved him from jail that time.