My heart missed 3 beats, and my mouth dropped open, as I stifled a further swearword. Looking at me with a forlorn look was the dusky supermarket ange...!! I jumped out of the car, still quite angry at the damage, but affected by the fact that it was her. As I came round the car, she looked so frightened and nervous, like a rabbit caught in car headlights. I thought she was going to faint, and grabbed her shoulders, and muttered that we must exchange details, and that we should sit down in my. "Clara got up from her seat once more and shuffled into the gardenwhere she picked mint leaves with several other herbs and berriesthen as she passed through the utility room on her way back into thekitchen a charcoal briquettes from the unused barbecue then using themortar and pestle usually used for cooking she crushed the charcoalinto a fine dust before adding powdered ginger, mint and full fatmilk.Clara then forced herself to drink the liquid and after washing upsat down on her favourite. “You're being a real buzz-killer, bro,” he said. “You always were. Never any fun. Always acting like you had to be the conscience for both of us. Well, it's time to shut the fuck up and back the fuck off. You should know why I have to do this,” he said. He pushed himself up on one arm, still on top of her. He moved the knife slowly away from the side of her neck, a tiny red line appearing as he slid just the gleaming point of it over her skin, teasing her with it. He thrust his pelvis,. Or...’This time she jerked and twisted as he spoke bringing another burst of coarse laughter as she anticipated an assault that didn’t come. Tears streamed down her face as she realised that this was part of their ‘fun’, part of the humiliation. They were all watching, watching and waiting for her to remove that final, tiny garment, her last symbolic protection. There was a murmur of cruel pleasure as ten pairs of male eyes watched the pretty young woman hesitantly easing the waistband of her.