It just wasn't worth it to go to court and admit to what I did. I just didn't have the proof against these two assholes."I'll tell you one thing, you ...wo perverts. I will get even and that's a promise." They both laughed as I walked away.I buttoned my blouse back up and went to my car. I didn't even go back to the party. My mind was just not in the right place. I didn't even put my pantyhose back on. I drove home; thank God I didn't get pulled over for a DWI. I was still pretty drunk. I made it. Phyllis likes to take a hike about mid way back, so she'll be holding nature lessons."We wound along the path, sometimes wide enough to walk hand in hand, but mostly Indian-file, with Mark trailing behind as I led the way."You have a cute tush, Pocahontas," he said."Are you staring at my excessively large bum again?" I laughed, the secret pleasure of having his eyes on me not well hidden."Guilty. It's not big, it's just right. See?" He caught up with me and put his hands on my bottom, the. You have been unconscious for seventy-six hours. Location is ... unknown.'"What do you mean, 'unknown'," she asked out loud. "What is my GPS position?"'No GPS signal is being received, ' the unit responded. 'Your transponder is not transmitting.''Damn!' Tanya thought, angry, disgusted and a little frightened. 'Fucking thing must have broke when I fell! Frank won't be able to find me! Seventy-six hours? Christ – that fucker must have killed me with that last shot ... I must be buried with the. Then I stopped.The light in the little room grew marginally. The changes to my armslowed down and then stopped.Was this what I wanted? Was it what I really wanted?If I became Jenna Jones again then I would forget myself. I'd becomeher body and soul - a trampy little teenage slag with no prospects andno responsibility. I'd never be able to become Mary Beljer againbecause this time there would be no Susan to call me back. I would losemyself completely.But that meant I would forget my pain too and.