”“Sure you can. It’s a multiple choice test, and you never have trouble with that sort of thing. I’ll tell them that you have a speech impedim...nt, so they will cut you some slack. There is nothing in the law that says that a speech impediment can keep you from having a driver’s license. You are good at driving this truck, and it is what you will use to take the test. You’ll breeze through the whole thing, mark my words.”“Okay, if you say so, but if I screw it up, I will cut you off from sex. They laughed as they pulled my trainers off followed by my socks. I was warned I’d get a good kicking if I screamed out whilst they prodded my fat stomach and called me ‘fatty’ and ‘chunky’.Pinning me by my arms and ankles so I couldn’t struggle, one of them pulled my jeans down and removed them completely. Then she tugged at my panties, pulling them sideways so that they ripped. My T-shirt was being pulled up over my head at the same time so that I was in nothing but my bra. They laughed. Sandra stepped up into Jay’s green truck. They drove 5 minutes in uncomfortable silence when Jay turned on the radio. Sandra’s skin hadn’t lost its goose flesh and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. “Sweet Home Alabama...” blared “hey darling can you reach over and get me that small red box out of the glove compartment,” Jay said. Sandra bent to open the small glove compartment when she felt the clothed hand grip her mouth she breathed once struggling a strong. Thin silver hoops traversed the distance below her earlobes, tapping her collar bone in stride. A black velvet chocker banded her throat. At the piano, she seated herself with care, guarding the splay of her billowing skirt. Adjusting her position to the foot pedals and keyboard, she perched her fingers at the ivory tableau before giving Willy an even brighter inquisitive smile. He nodded for her to proceed. Michaela played. First was a light tune, a gaily fingered air conjuring up thoughts of.