But though there were plenty of long, meaningful looks and we could both sense the tension in the air between us, neither actually did anything to rai...e questions in anyone’s mind – at least not until after the factory had closed for the day. Of course I stayed late, there was no way I could have just said ‘Good night Brian’ and gone home with everyone else and as people were by then used to me staying back fairly frequently I felt sure that there was no risk in my doing so two nights in a row.. ...I screamed out more obscenities and begged him to spunk me again. We had sex all night about six times and he took me home at six in the morning. My vagina ached - in fact my whole belly felt like it had been riddled by a red hot poker, such was Blakes' savage taking of my innocence - but I loved the feel of my aching abdomen in a way I still can't explain. My parents were livid, I was grounded for a month, but that didn't stop us. Whenever we could I'd ring Blake and either he'd be. I hesitated to step out of the hallway. I didn't want to interrupt, and instinctively I knew that my presence would break whatever mood was developing... and, I suppose, much as I wanted to be a part of things, this was, after all, to be their night, to be whatever they wanted it to be.I almost turned to go back to my room... but as I started to back away, Wayne turned to say something, and when she looked up in response, it happened. I don't know what it was, only Wayne saw it... but whatever. From an open upstairs window, pop music wafted over the garden of Meon Manor. Jocelyn laid back her head onto the bath pillow, immersing herself into the frothy lyrics coming from the transistor beside her. She felt good.She was a couple of hours away from Don arriving for dinner this evening.She found Don so refreshingly manly; he had proper muscles from working hard.He knew how to make her laugh too. She felt flattered, because unlike herself, he was one of today's new breed who were.