I felt his hand touch my leg over the duvet, and then quickly he slunk his hand under the covers touching my bare leg, slowly stroking my ankle, upwar...ly kneading my skin toward my thigh, when I pulled away fast. What was he doing? "Don't try to move. You won't get away from me little girl."My heart leapt into my throat and I can honestly say that I have never felt fear strike me before like the words he just said to me. Carrying on, he tentatively felt my thigh, and then traced the line edging. . forgive me! It's too hard... to keep on living!In Don's bedroom, brother and sister were oblivious of the fact that their mother stood just outside the closed and locked door. Knowledge of it probably would have made little difference. They were both too involved, too aroused... too near the peak of sensual enjoyment. They were where it was at and enjoying every moment of the exquisite experience.Suddenly, Donnie's hands slipped up over his sister's belly to find the full, firm flesh of her. He slip me a pic of paper like it was a recipe ,i said thank you Sir .turn to leave and told the other enjoy you show. You could hear what they where saying ,laughing an calling me degrading names i slip on the side and listen longer what the y where saying .one of them said what the bitch in said 119 if i cant find some pussy i call that slut. Which i had a gallon of hennessy voka ,all mixers and a case of bud ice down in the tub. and some fine 420 bud.. where i put up a black. Positioning her hands over the keyboard, she willed herself to type.Nothing happened. Her hands simply hovered, never touching the keys. Lucy, slumping, blew air through her teeth. She'd picked up the book because she was restless – but if she couldn't muster enough concentration to read, what chance did she have with writing?None, dammit. She folded her arms, her gaze flitting to the phone sitting atop her Oxford Dictionary. She hesitated, hands twitching, then lunged, snatching up the phone.