The cold trickle soothes my aching throat a little.“That’s a good girl, try to rest now.”“Sharri?” My voice cracks.“Yes Karen, I’m here....�� Her voice is a comforting balm to me something recognisable.“I can’t see you.”“Karen, you’ve been badly hurt. You have got some bandages over your face.”A backwash of memory from that tidal wave stirs my in mind. I remember.I remember his face as he hit me again and again. Slumping to the floor I see him reach for the knife.Blinding agony courses through me.. The mother and daughter exchanged a few words and then Adrianne took off. Bitsy looked around for a minute and then began walking away for where Dan was parked. He scanned the street to see if there was anyone watching the girl. After assuring himself that there wasn't anyone watching her he moved the car to a spot that would afford him a view of the girl for a while longer.Dan did this twice more and then decided that it was clear to pick her up. He drove the SUV slowly up next to the girl and. He also could see a hint of her pussy hair and he felt a rush of excitement down his groins.Suddenly she moved like a panther. Graciously and vigorously, sexy as hell, but face revealing she wasn’t playing. She approached him with a stunning velocity and slapped his face twice with her feet. Then kicked his groin and as he bent, and his face in an up- to- down movement that made him fall. He looked at her and she resumed the attack. He tried to cover his face, but her feet seemed to have their. I picked out a small very low-cut red tank top showing my boobs with my nipples pressing up against the cotton. No bra, of course. Then I chose a thin red micro kilt showing my legs right up to the hips, and of course, no knickers either. Finally, I slipped into my6red high heel platforms. I looked myself in the mirror and loved what I saw. If I were a boy, I’d be hard just looking at me, if you see what I mean. My mother was out doing some shopping and my father, the human one, I think - well.