AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});There I was, laying on the recliner chair stark nakedand so drunk that I couldn’t do anything about it. Al...I could do was thrash my head back and forth and mumblea bit. Then there were hands on me again and some disembodiedfaces and someone spread my legs so my feet dangled outto the sides of the chair. I knew they were looking upclose at me and touching me. I also knew that most ofthe guys at this party probably hadn’t seen a nakedgirl up close. "I had her bra almost off, one breast in my hand and the other in my mouth, when the tannoy squawked and some snot-nosed JG said I was wanted in the captain's cabin at once. I bit Anna's nipple gently, promised I'd be right back and straightened out my clothes. She snorted and told me she was not going to wait."You ever landed in the Azores?" the captain asked after I saluted. "Just got a message, some sort of trouble in Dakar; they want us to land and wait for developments. Frenchies are. I'm not especially shy, or afraid of, uhh, being FILLED in, but other things excite me more." I wondered what that meant. We traded scar stories, I: a small, deep burn; cuts around a vein; a toe broken in a motorcycle accident; a knife stab in my hand; my broken arm and one I left for last. She: broken ribs, fingers, hand and arm cuts. "There's one more large one, but I can't show you ... not here anyway- exhibitionist or not." She pointed at her groin. I didn't miss the subtext or self. She was taken back to that fateful night, when his arms had been around her then. She couldn't breathe, and her knees went weak with terror. She burned with shame, remembering his body pressed tight against her as she had struggled hopelessly against him. It didn't matter that her face had been hidden, that he had been lied to. All she could think of was the horror and pain as he took her virginity, of being forced to watch the screens as he stole her innocence, of his bare skin on hers, of.