His other hand held ready to strike her, had madethe consequences of further screams clear.She had tried to say something, when he let go of her. Stil... dazedfrom the drug, trying to think of something that would helpher. Inquiring into the where, the what, the who. His hand had againgrasped her jaw, then, silencing her. For a short moment resting hisweight on her jaw, hurting her, he had slapped her face with his otherhand, hard. Took his hand away from her mouth, bringing his indexfinger to. He caught hold of the sides of her nylon shorts and yanked them back down again past her knees."Ohh for Christ's sake, Pete - do you HAVE to fuck everything in reach?" The other man, the one called Guy, was shaking his head in disgust. "Just be quick. You'd better keep her clean and unmarked, mind."His colleague grinned and pulled the blanket out of Guljana's cage, spreading it so it hung over the edge of the tailgate. "Might be my only chance with her if things don't work out tonight. Now,. I gulped hard as the possibility of me hooking up with him became more and more likely. After flirting for close to 20 minutes he asked me what my plans after I was finished work were. I told him I was just going to go home, get wasted and watch a movie by myself. All of a sudden things got hot...he asked me if I would like to join him after closing up. I had close to an hour left and I was too horny to say no, so I accepted his invitation.He gave me his address before he left the store. I. ”“What can we write?”“I’d say we keep it like she did - tell her that we’re all fine, that work is going well, when school starts for you, and that we love her. Simple is probably best. And YOU should write it. My handwriting sucks.”“Yes, it does. Yours is worse than hers! At least she has the ‘doctor’ excuse! What’s yours?”“I type all day. Other than the letters I exchange with Tatyana, Tina Hoff, and occasionally a few other Swedish and Russian friends, and the odd Christmas and Birthday.