She opened her mouth then closed it, opened her mouth again and still no words came out. She stared at her friend, frantically trying to think of an e...cuse for how Martin Utter, the fat jerk who had tormented them through elementary school and middle school, could possibly know about that slight imperfection on her left breast. She could think of none."Look, please, Alina!" Karen said, reaching across the table and putting her hand on hers. "It's okay if you're in the Game. I'm not going to. We’re only a few years apart, so don’t go acting all grownup on me.”She stepped back, opening up a small space between us. She looked down at the white-dusted lump in my pants and smiled.“Looks like he wants to hang around for a while. Maybe you should take him out and give him some room.”“I…I don’t think that would be such a good idea,” I stammered. “Things might go too far.”Maybe this will help,” she whispered, and took my hand, placing it over her breast. She kept her hand over mine and. We agreed that a break should be taken so we made our way back into the main house to raid the kitchen. Mum had restocked the kitchen before she and dad had headed off for the weekend.I took Tammy to the kitchen via the plunge pool (the one that I had used to great effect with Joanne Williams)."Oh wow ... that's so inviting" she commented as we walked past it. She also noted the sign that dad had recently installed. It said "No clothing permitted in this pool".We made our way into the kitchen. The whims of a monster. With that he dropped me, where I crumpled into a heap of abject misery. I couldfeel the bruises forming deep in the abused tissue. I wore nothing now butthe single loin cloth. I felt the rope coming to rest around my neck. The looptightening, then being dragged, choked as the Monster pulls me over rock andstick. Rolling I work to find my feet before I loose consciousness as the ropedtightens with each step he takes. Fighting I gain my feet only to be back handed.My.