When I finally controlled myself and focused on the screen again, I noticed something strange. All three of the boys were silent and they were staring...at their screens in a very strange way. What happened was this – I was wearing a loose sleeveless top with a very wide neck that day, and of course no bra inside.So as I was rolling on the bed, the neck of my top had slipped down and both my nipples had become exposed. This wouldn’t have happened if I was sitting straight, but I was chatting. " I reply with "I know, but I wasn't". This was the moment of truth. Was he going to kick me out of his car? Was he going to call me a fag or something else mean. My heart is racing in anticipation of his response. He looks over at me, silent, still trying to figure out how serious I am then does something I was hoping for but at this point didn't really expect. He undoes his belt and continues to look at me in silence guaging my reaction to what he has just done. I look at him in his eyes and. Looking in that direction, I could see that the snow was now falling so hard that I couldn't even make out my truck in the driveway."I hate to say it, Evie, but I don't think anyone will be driving through this storm." He'll be here," she replied confidently. A cheeky grin spread across her face as she switched subjects. "I'm not intruding on any Christmas Eve plans, am I?"Still off-balance, I gestured toward a well-thumbed Asimov novel on the coffee table. "Uh, no. I was just planning on. The van screeched to a halt and Lysa fell against the van walls, hitting her head, sending a shooting pain through her. She heard the laughter of the others around her, mocking her, and felt her cheeks flush a deep hot red in embarrassment and humiliation. Without warning, she was dragged from the van, scraping her bare knees on the ground, pain shooting through her, as she was thrown down on the rough muddy ground. Mud was in her mouth and matting her hair. She assumed she was in a front.