I took a moment to clear my thoughts and then, slowly lifted one hand to my chest.“Olivia,” I said, pronouncing my name carefully, and waited.His ...row furrowed for a long second before his eyes lit up with what seemed to be recognition. Placing his own paw-like hand upon his broad chest, he spoke slowly for, presumably, my benefit.“Prel-ka.”He then slowly waved his hand in my direction, doing his best to shape his mouth around my name. “Olliv-vaha.”“Prel-ka,” I responded, taking a deep breath. She grimaces at the taste and vomits a little on her pillow. "You don't like the taste of your own shit? Does your boyfriend fuck you in your arse? Eh? Does he?" He taunts her between angry violent thrusts. He fucks her like an animal. He snorts before spitting a thick glob of slime onto the side of her face. Her cunt releases juices at the nastiness of it all. "Dirty wee slut you're fucking soaking!" Jim grunts as he begins ejaculating deep inside her cunt. She squeals feeling the streams of. " Really?" That noise stopped then. "How, uh ... late? You mean your menses ... right?" My period, David. Yeah." I frowned at him, even though he couldn't see it. "Six days. I've never..." Okay." ... gone six days, David, and..." Right. Okay, Lisa." ... I'm scared David!" Can I talk?" He used his sarcastic voice, maybe knowing that it would at least snap me out of my panic. Anger was better than panic, right? "Thank you. Have you tested yourself?" Tested? No. What test ... I'm late. I told. As she accepted the well wishes of several people, she frequently glanced to the level above her. In the far corner was a small group of men, including Andrew Benson and a few of his friends and associates. She had felt his eyes on her for most of the afternoon, yet when she looked at him, his attention seemed elsewhere.Although the party was held in the large yard of his house, Andrew had appeared late with no explanation. AnneMarie had not yet spoken to him. In fact, she had not even seen him.