"Sandy turned to face me and her face dropped. All of a sudden little Sandy started crying in fear. Despite Lisa's best attempts, she had to excuse he...self and get Sandy away to calm her down.The noise of the crying had drawn everybody's attention, leaving me the center of all their stares. Blushing I waited a moment and then tried to slowly walk back into the house. I tried to not look at anyone, but out of the corner of my eyes I saw them, looking at me with revulsion, and morbid curiosity.. Does it have a point, and are you ever going to get to it? The answer, my friend is likely as not, no. If there is a point, I may never get around to telling you just what it is because I’m kind of like that. I’m not really good at getting to the point, as you may have already noticed. And by the time I get done explaining to you how unlikely it is that I will plainly state the point of my story I will probably have forgotten exactly what that point is. But don’t worry, I do have one and it. ? She looked over her shoulder to see three of them men prodding her repeatedly.? The girl, was wrapped up in a little ball in the dirt, shaking and crying out.? But her protests fell on deaf ears.? All at once the dirt became wet under her.? Margaret blushed and looked forward, determined that such a thing wouldn't happen to her.? ? ? ? ?Surely, such a thing wasn't legal!? She would bide her time.? Wait until these men were off guard.? There had to be a moment when she could escape.? But then. I used to think of her often at that time and for some months after my period of probation came to an end. She was getting on a little - well into her late thirties - but it always gave me a thrill to see her wearing tight fitting clothes. She had a very feminine figure and from what I could now see she still did. It had always been pleasant to talk things over with her as she was overflowing with warmth, quite a contrast in fact with many other social workers and probation officers with which.