She felt genuinely sorry for the boys who had to endure their predatory attentions."I dunno," said Tracey, when Sharon confessed her feelings. "It's u... we gotta look out for. These kids'll get fucked whether we're here or not, but it's our own fucking skin we gotta worry about most."Before the afternoon shadows shortened, Sharon and Tracey sneaked out with their passports (which they'd pretended they'd left at Throb to avoid leaving them at reception) and carried their meagre possessions in. It had been bugging me for days that I hadn’t had time to finish the second painting on my closet doors. Well I’d been lying in my bed, not sleeping, and I figured – why not do it now? So I was painting.The other thing I’d figured out while I was lying in my bed not sleeping was that I hadn’t actually slept on my own since last Saturday night or maybe it was Sunday night – my memory was a bit vague about a few details. Every night since then, I’d either been sharing a bed with someone, or not. I didn’t think that was going to make her leave. Well maybe if I just lay here for awhile she will come back in. Around 15 minutes went by and she still hadn’t returned. After waiting as long as I could, which was about 20 minutes, I decided that she wasn’t coming back and I got up and put my clothes on and went into the bathroom to finish myself off. After I got done I walked out to the living room where everyone was laying around on the couches and chairs. I looked around but I didn’t see. It was also instantly apparent that my knickers, the big safe kind, were a complete hindrance, and in another flush of bizarre confidence, I whipped them off! Suddenly, his big, gentle fingers were between my lips, his middle finger on my clit, rendering me helpless once again! He watched me for a little time, until I whispered, “Will you put your finger inside me? Do you mind?” And gently, expertly, I felt him enter my little tunnel. I have never even been able to use tampons before, let.