“Repeat after me,” was all he said. And then he began slapping her behind again, now in a rhythm that emphasized the words he spoke: “It’s NOT...(Slap!) NICE (Slap!) to BE (Slap!) a LITTLE (Slap!) COCK-tease! (Slap!) ” Oh God, the pain! She was simultaneously weeping, moaning and performing a little pain-dance, twitching on the balls of her feet. Her behind was on fire! Oh, why didn’t he stop? She remembered why… but just a little too late. He began again. “It’s NOT (Slap!) NICE (Slap!) to BE. We entered the flat and he closed the door. He pushed me to door and looked in my eyes. His hot breath is touching my neck. My legs start shivered and my pussy started wet.He came close to me and put his hand around my hip and with the other hand, he rubbed my naked thigh. I was turned on by his act and I started to feel shy. I just put my head down and was smiling. He slowly moved his hand towards my boobs and kissed me on the forehead.Then he started pressing my boobs gently and moving his. There was definite level of sexual excitement and anticipation.Jill insisted on paying for the tickets, as "June" was her date.June did not put up a fuss, and rather enjoyed being treated like a"date" and being "taken care of."In the movie theatre, holding hands, Michelle and Ali quickly raced downto the second row and way to the side. Slumped down in their seats, noone really noticed that were there.Jill also had June by the hand and led her to the other side of thesmall theater in the back. Even much later the case kept being revisited on some of those missing-persons TV shows.We didn't need that; Lee shouldn't be anybody's "missing person."I'd helped her compose an e-mail to go, with minor personal variations, to each of her closer friends. The vanilla version went like this:"Don't worry, I've gone to be with Jack. We can be together now, and we want to be. I don't know where we'll go, too soon to tell you, but we don't want to come back, not right away at least. I'll write again.