. if you want to be fucked!" Fred grated. "I don't want you telling anybody that Fred Holden raped you... or forced you... understand... ?"For the fir...t time she knew his full name, but the knowledge was meaningless. All that was important to her was getting his cock into her seething cunt... and he had made clear the condition. She would have to do it... herself! Tremblingly, her hand reached down between them, her quivering fingers curling to take the thick girth of his hardened length into. I want to go home.’ ‘Too bad. You’re not going! You’re going to stay here and finish this!’ ‘It is finished! I don’t want to fight with you. I’m exhausted… this is too much for me right now,’ she said, her voice laden with weariness. ‘Fine, but you’re still not leaving. There’s still the small matter of the clothes you’re wearing.’ ‘You’re crazy! I already told you – I will not take off my clothes! What part of that can’t you understand? How can you even think sex is a possibility for us. ”Once home I suggested that we remain dressed, however incompletely, until the others arrived. I wanted them to see how these two women had been dressed for the restaurant. Meantime I offered drinks, Sarah wanted a scotch, Angie asked for a glass of white wine, and I too had a scotch. In addition to sex, Angie had developed quite a taste for chardonnay.I knew that plenty of other teenagers were binge drinking, and so I preferred to give her a few glasses at home in the hope that it would do her. I would like you to live with the band for six or eight weeks and provide me with an opinion. I’ll supply the Government with a recommendation.”“What’s Kununurra like?”“I don’t know. It’s a town of nearly seven thousand, but that includes the surrounding area. It’s part of the Ord River irrigation plan and there are a lot of melons and mangoes grown there. Also rice and sandalwood. Up to a decade ago, they grew sugarcane. The name of Kununurra seems to have been the Miriwoong name for this part.