We both got shocked & moved away from one another. Hurriedly put our cloths. Ranjana cupped her breasts beneath the blouse (without bra) and just wrap...ed the saree and soon moved to the door and saw through the manhole. She turned to me with a smile saying “it is the milk man.” (The milk man delivers the milk in the evening by 5 o’clock). I looked at the watch on the wall it was showing 5.20. She grabbed a vessel lying nearby and went to the door. From my place I could see the milkman staring. “You naughty girl.” It was Jack. “What have you got in your butthole?” “It’s only a toy, son. Not as nice as the real thing.” “That sounds like an invitation.”I could feel him turn and twist the plug and was glad I still had some lubrication inside me. To try and help he spat on me but I then felt him stretch to the side of the bed where the bottle of lub had been placed. It felt lovely and cool as he smeared the gel round my butthole and the plug. He began easing it in and out. I. It took a moment for what had just happened to sink in... "He's... he's... gone." Janice's lower lip began to tremble. Tears welled up in her big blue eyes and began to rain down onto her cheeks. She had blown it. She was truly alone now... alone and lost. She had told herself she would do what every it took, and then she goes and ruins it all."Why did he have to ask that from me... why... why... " Janice felt it terrible. Not because of what her son had asked, but because of what she had said.. She then looked into my eyes again. “Hey but at least I fit in with the group with you now,” she said and it took a moment for me to figure out what she meant. I saw her eyes start to tear and mine did too as I understood what group she meant. . . the rape support group. I leaned into her gently and gave her a soft hug and she hugged me back. Her mom wiped her eyes and stepped out of the room and my mom followed her. Elizabeth surprised me by straining and moving to the side sliding over.