There I had stripped, bathed and showered as if subconsciously trying to cleanse my body of all traces of Tony’s presence, scrubbing between my legs...until my vulva was a sore, dark red gash, let alone a Pretty Pink Pussy. I had brushed my teeth for five full minutes to rid my mouth of the taste of him.To my dismay, my neck and boobs still bore the marks of our wild, angry copulation but only time would remove those.Afterwards I had dried my sore body on a clean towel and dressed in clothes I. Blake, are we doing the right thing?”“Fact is I don’t know,” he said. “Whatever we, you, decide, will hurt him in the long run. I mean, tell him, and he worries for the next twenty years. Don’t tell him and he hates us for not telling him after he gets out and discovers he has an adult daughter that he didn’t have a clue even existed.”“But having said all of that, not adding to his stress and whatnot now, looks like the best way to go. But, like I say, there is just no way to know for sure,” he. I'm going to be gang raped, then killed.There's a hand on my chin, lips brush mine. I try to turn my head but the hand tightens it's hold. A tongue traces the outline of my lips, dips inside, slides across mine. I try so hard to move away. Then I hear the laughter."I think she likes you," one of the men say."Yeah, she must. She's not trying to bite you like the last one did."Last one? They'd done this before? I searched my memory for news stories of raped and murdered women. But nothing. I'm much obliged." Don't mention it. We're jus' doin' our job."Sean asked, "Where's the conductor? We need to talk to him." He was in the express car with me. He's dead. He tried to outdraw an already drawn pistol. I don't know who's in charge." It looks like we are. My friend here is wounded an' there's a wounded man in the engine. Ya he'p Ezra to the baggage car where he kin lie down and I'll go check on the engine."Sean climbed back to the engine cab to find the dead bandit pulled back among.