That was fine with her, my grandmother would always say when I called myself that, and it was her idea for me to eventually spend the whole summer wit... her. An idea that I jumped on the second it was offered, and I relished the chanceto be "her favorite boy," once again, even if I was a man now, at least chronologically.I arrived on late Sunday evening and was planning on going straight to bed to relax after a frightfully long drive in the rain.Dee met me at the door with a well worn old tee. I grabbed a push-up bra and beige panties that covered most of my ass. In any woman’s lingerie drawer she has three types of undies: The every day, usually satin or silk un-seeable through khakis and slim dresses, the PMS variety, large, cotton and able to withstand a nuclear attack, and the kind men imagine to be in our drawers but I only wear when I know I’m getting naked, thongs, lace, etc. On top of that I chose a stretch knit polo and the khaki pants that brought attention to the prodigy. 00 gift certificate to the Olive Garden, won by a nice older couple sitting towards the front. John scanned the bus. It looked like everyone was having a good time. They would be pulling into Vegas in two or three hours depending on the traffic. Glancing out the window John could see that the traffic on Highway 15, was fairly light, so they would probably be getting to the first casino by noon or so.Scott and his friends had found ample room in the back of the bus next to the beer, which was. She halfheartedly tried to struggle, but had come to realize she was powerless to stop any of it. Officer of the law or not, she was a rape victim that night. Nothing more.It was dark finally, but the men seemed in no hurry to sleep. Gathering together enough rope, they moved to their next stage. Hanging her from the trees. Upside down. Spread eagle. They used exposed roots to tie the ropes holding her hands. Her legs were splayed wide apart, all her weight on her bound ankles. Struggling and.