” The other guy replied as he broke off our kiss. “I can’t wait for you two to fuck me. Treat me like the fucking slut I am.” I said. By now I...saw at least two other guys standing around watching and at that point the guy with his hand up my dress ripped the back of my dress. He tore it in two from the middle of my back to the hem line. The only thing keeping it on me was the halter tie around my neck, but I was completely exposed. I knew I should be scared, but I got even more excited. I felt. I led her down the long stairway to the marshes. Corn was growing there. Each year the blades pushed their way up to the stage of full corn in the ear, but it was never reaped, a mere travesty of what corn should be. So it fell and died, and next year fresh life reappeared, curiously persistent. The cargo of the Horstfels.Finally at the shingle bank I showed her the skeleton of the Horstfeld, its rusty heavy machinery, transverse frames and the keel resting in the shingle bed. I got her to. I mean - " Slow down Paige," and later when we cuddled, I was thinking - I mean he - I mean we -were getting - which is ridiculous - and he probably thinks I'm thisslutty tramp and I haven't even washed my hair today because I didn'twant him to - I mean he must know that his art - ugh - which makes himthis creepy nasty piece of - and and it isn't fair. And then later Isaw the blood -" OK Paige. Stop! Blood?" Yeah, coming out down there. I'm not stupid, I figured out what itwas. But it scared. "Where would you find room to fit anything more in your stomach?" I have a bigger stomach than you, child. I'm old enough I don't care about my figure any more." You aren't any older that Pops, and he's the youngest old fart on the planet. Besides, haven't you noticed how Pops drools over you when you aren't looking?"Child, you're out of you mind! Richard isn't going to be drooling over an old woman like me. Besides he's got his friend Rachael. Hand me that platter, will you?" Vicky, you need.