." she trailed off with a wild look in her face."And she's what?" I asked, and I'm sure that didn't sound nice.Linda blanched. "Ohmygod. You are serio...s." She let go of my arm like she had burned herself.The bimbos had been following this exchange with glee and their sniggering was loud and theatrical. I desperately wanted to get out of there and find Fran, but I had no idea where she might have gotten to. I rushed out the door, ran randomly up and down a few corridors - and nearly collided. The messages I saw were full of apologies and requests for her to get in contact. Maggie said she wanted some space before she replied. She also wanted to wait until she had been tested for any infections.In bed, Maggie seemed to return to her more buttoned up ways. She went to bed fully covered wearing pyjamas and, although she was happy for me to cuddle up to her in bed, she was sensitive to being touched on her breasts or anywhere close to her pussy. She would flinch and tense up if I tried. Sloot arrived just prior to midnight. His sergeant had notthought the threat was credible, and preferred to leave it. He didallow his officer to go to the scene and call for reinforcements ifnecessary.Nick had several young boys at the entrance to the park and reserve,equipped with walkie-talkies, since there was no cell service deep inthe reserve. They called in a half hour after midnight to report thatthree dilapidated old school busses full of men had sped through thegates.Only two busses. She felt her hand stroking him, and that wasn't too strange; she had touched his sex organ before, even kissed it. What was strange was the feeling of the strokes in her body. Janelle slowed the hand and moved it gently until it was stroking just the head of the penis. Then she moved it back down and rubbed the shaft and imagined that her lips were kissing the head, then surrounding it. Her body moved up and spun around, leaving his on the bed, but her knees stayed inside him so they were still.