If I was going to date anyone, it would be Yolanda. I stopped in to Bernie’s for a pint after work on Thursday afternoon. ‘Hello, stranger. I have...’t seen you for a while,’ Nick remarked. ‘Nope. Been busy.’ ‘Oh … work?’ ‘Nope. Just doing things to help out Yolanda … Mrs. Michaels.’ ‘Really. Well, I haven’t seen her much either. You two keeping each other company these days?’ ‘We see each other on the weekends when I drop over to do some chores, or take the kids out riding on their bikes.’ Nick. "I hate them," she said. "If your father hadn't rescued me, I'd be dead." What do you mean?" Martin asked. He was appalled. His mother had neverspoken of her life back in Saudi Arabia until now." They treat women worse than pigs," she started to explain. "Once my veilaccidently slipped from my face. We were out in public and I was onlysixteen. I adjusted it quickly, but when we got home, my father beat meuntil I lost consciousness. `This is a warning,' he said. `One moreindiscretion. " And a couple others said, "Me either!"It took a couple of seconds for me to register what they had said. As I did, I realized that I could feel something leaking out of my vagina and onto my thighs. I had been raped. Finally, I spotted my bikini several feet down the beach and I ran to it and put it on under the scrutiny of the group that had gathered. I couldn't believe that not one of these guys would help me, or even turn around.The only thing I knew to do was to find Dana. I couldn't go. ”“Right.”Gina blew him a kiss while pulling open a drawer to retrieve a pair of panties. He headed out of the room, still reeling from the whirlwind that he’d been caught up in. He was a couple of miles down the road before he even realized that his face was still covered in drying pussy juice. The fast food napkin from the door compartment didn’t accomplish much, so he headed straight to the shower himself upon arriving home.When Rick returned to his room, he found messages waiting for him -.