Dale accelerated through the intersection. Timmy waslaughing. Dale took another hit. Jesus ! This stuff was heavy duty shit.He remembered that som...times when he was smoking “shit” back in the sixties;it’d take him a whole joint to get high. In two drags he felt more stonedthan he’d ever been. The two of them burst into the kitchen, stoned as shit. Sally Haggerty,Timmy’s mother – Dale’s sister-in-law, was emptying the dish washer. . My dress had ridden up high on my thigh when he had pulled me down on him. He stroked my thigh gently then slid up higher. I was wearing thong panties because I didn’t want panty lines to show with my dress. His hand slid up my thigh and brushed the silky fabric of the black panties that covered my freshly shaved pussy. He pushed me forwards a little and slid the zipper of my dress down enough to slide the top down and bare my small tits. His right hand stroked my slit through the panties as. I sure wish I had some music to go with the avenging angel part that I was about to play. Wagner or that guy who did Terminator. Was that scary or what.I make all the appropriate turns and get back to the camp in record time. But the screaming in my mind has stopped long before I even get off the roadway. I hate it when I know what I will find.I flip on the brights and what I illuminate is a war zone. It looks like the brutes wanted one last try. There is carnage everywhere. Dead brutes in. I decide not to say anything. I am relaxing into his more certain embrace now. I just haven't got the energy to do anything else. We sit there for what seems like hours. In reality five minutes ticks pass. He holds me. I cry. I sniff. I breathe. Eventually, I am calmer. Simon has not released me from his grip, he is still holding me. I shiver. It's beginning to get dark outside. I shiver again and feel my nipples harden against the cold air and the dampness from the tears that have rolled down.