"Down!" the man at the front – her father?! – shouted.The wagon turned sharply to the left – there was a snap – then nothing.Nemi woke, feelin... ill, with her head hurting and her vision blurred."Mama?"Silence answered her.Nemi began to shake with cold shivers.Later, awake again, her head clear now, Nemi could see the wagon was on its side. The sky outside was darker than she remembered it; she must have slept for several hours.Confused, Nemi crawled towards the light.Once she was outside, Nemi. In a minute or two Francine’s breathing slowed to a more normal pace. She slid to the edge of the mattress and stood, taking a shallow bow, then a curtsey, to the applause of the three other women. Francine turned toward Margaret. “Your turn,” she announced. Margaret stood and walked over to the bed as Francine took her place in the semicircle of chairs. Margaret lay on her back on the bed, feet flat on the mattress and knees wide apart. Her pussy was in view for all of us to see. “Come on,. ’ ‘Father has never been particularly athletic,’ Pearl added, staring out the window, ‘Always thought his constitution would carry him through, as well as his genes. His father is still alive at 87.’ ‘How old is he, exactly?’ I said. ‘Forty seven,’ Pearl replied. ‘Not young and not old. Almost the Earl of Kent’s age in _King Lear_’ My Shakespeare was rusty and Penny looked lost, so Pearl continued from memory: ‘Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to dote on her for any. Ihre Dinger, so schien es, wurden mit jedem Tag größer. Als sie aus den Sommerferien in die achte Klasse kam, brauchte Helen ein C-Körbchen. Heute war ihre Oberweite spektakulär. Die Grenzen meines Verstandes neu vermessend. Helen selbst war dafür wenig spektakulär. Eher langweilig. Meistens saß sie nur still an ihrem Tisch und wartete auf die nächste Stunde. Oder ging in der Pause alleine über den Schulhof. Vermutlich war sie einfach sehr, sehr schüchtern.Lizbeth dagegen war ein Phänomen..