It was a local brew, not the Guinness I'd favored at home, but it was tasty nonetheless.I took a much smaller sip than was my custom, and Ian's eyebro... raised slightly. He wasn't the type to pry, but neither did he let anything go unnoticed.I took another sip, and then spoke to him in my usual fake-Irish accent."I hate to do it to you, me boy, you with two new bairns to feed and all, but I've had to cut down on me drinking, what with the changes in me life of late."Ian shook his head, about to. ” He said as he pulled Wendy in for a kiss. Squeezing her round bottom under her short skirt. Wendy shivered as they walked into the restaurant. Well dressed men and women sat eating and chatting at tables. When they looked at her it was with obvious disdain. Like she was worthless. Gutter trash to be used then tossed away. She tried to keep her head down through the meal, but couldn’t help looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every time she made eye contact. Feeling dehumanized and. ‘What exactly happened?’ ‘Nothing much happened, Jim kissed me, I pushed him away and said no. Then I left. I admit it was hot but I could not do it George. Then this morning he called here and apologized and said he still wanted sex, but it was up to me when. I didn’t know what to do so I said no. Then I told you.’ Jasmine said. ‘There. He knows everything. I feel much better telling him, even though he’s upset. He did yell, I hope it is mostly surprise and not all anger.’ Jasmine felt guilty. Butthe main reason was that she had always been self conscious about her bustand wearing a brassiere only accentuated her size. The man behind ripped whatwas left of the blouse from the neck. The sleeves remained intact but thesewere quickly ripped away too. The final action to rip away the thin petticoatwas completed easily and the helpless girl was left naked to the waist. Herprecious upper garments hung in tatters from her waist. The full magnificenceof her upper body was now clear. Her.