A hand slid around her waist, gripping the flesh, her skirt now in tatters as hands glided across her struggling form. The probing of a finger against...her womanhood bought a fresh scream to her lips. A hand flew to her mouth, silencing her. Her eyes wild with panic as she felt is violate her depths. Her blush renewing as she heard a low chuckle "The wench is willing lads" Shame filling her as the moistness of her lust trickled down her thigh.The finger probed deeper, wriggling around inside. He wasn’t going to let the kid get his hands on a pistol, and he had a better chance with a cracked skull than a bullet.Turning, he saw Mary Jane glancing at Kara then over at Taylor, her face masked with fear, apprehension, and confusion.“Your mother sent me,” Taylor said in English, going to stand next to the large gap in the corner, looking out. “I’m here to bring you home.”“Rea—” she started to say, her expression becoming hopeful when Kara’s voice cut in.“Hallway!”Taylor turned, rifle. It was dried up. The streambed was still muddy, so she dropped down and wallowed in it, renewing her coating of protective mud. Then she climbed out, slipping on the mud coating the bottoms of her feet.She wondered where the water had gone, then realized that it had been several days since the last rain. Maybe the stream only ran when it rained, which meant it wasn't really a stream at all, but just some gully that filled with rainwater occasionally.She looked at the sky. Above her, it was. We hadlunch in the shopping mall and I remembered how to sit down in a ladylikemanner. I thanked my Aunt for her kindness. "I wouldn't have dared comehere on my own in a dress. Thank you for bringing me." As we were drivingback Aunt Helen said, "You can come and stay with me as my niece as oftenas you like."Back at my flat a day or so later an e-mail arrived with more schoolphotos. I hadn't realised that so many photos had been taken. There werea lot of close-ups of me. Especially upskirt front.