“Amanda, you’re safe with me. I’m Fiona, your friend. Trust me. Relax. Rest. I’ll take care of you”, I said in a calm, soothing voice as I s...roked her hair. She seemed to quiet down a little, but she was still breathing hard and sighing.“I’ll tell grandmother! I ... no, please! I am sorry!”It was breaking my heart. She was shivering, and she seemed on the edge of crying. Her voice sounded like that of a much younger girl, a bit like it did when I had tickled her. Hopefully I hadn’t brought back. They climbed into Hilda's beat-up truck, Tamara in the middle of the old bench seat. The insides smelled like mold and rust, small dings in the windshield leaving tiny spiderweb cracks in several places. The truck might have been blue at one time, but it tended to look gray even in the sunshine that day.Tamara stared ahead of them, trying to parse the events which had led up to that moment. So many things had happened. She'd lost her husband and kids, almost cried when she thought about Logan,. This year the cheerleading team had a new coach. His name was William (Bob) Linger, or as some of the cheerleaders called him, when he wasn’t there, Bob Lecher. It seemed he was always trying to look down the girls shirts or up their skirts. Once he had even walked into the dressing room while some of her girls were still in the shower. Neither she nor any of the girls on the cheerleading team liked him.Part 2: The beginning of the week ;The school had started a new program. The Program in. " Her face drew a slight smileas she waited for any kind of answer. After a minute or so he tried to talk, "Please…Herrin,I…" but he just couldn't finish it so she encouraged him, "Go on, don'tbe afraid; tell me whatever you want and I promise, no punishment will follow,no matter what you say. Be free to speak." It did help so he said, "Yes, yes…please,let me go, I want it all to stop…please…thank you…Herrin." Herface got and evil smiley on it as she said, "Very good, then; I am going tofinish.
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