He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.“Mmmm, yeah,” she whispered.Encouraged, he began to tease her nipples with sharp playful bites. Moan...ng deeply, Colleen pulled Steve’s head against her chest running her hands over his shoulders and upper back, urging him on. His hands then began their own sultry explorations; moving over her exposed stomach, her hips, and her outer thighs which were barely covered in the short cotton skirt she wore. Down her silky legs to her knee, and then back up. ? Her father was a factor;he knew nothing of her involvement.? Herbrother had gotten her into the resistance, which he?d made contact with whileattending university.? Names followed;associates, friends, and finally even family: her cousins, her parents, evenher younger sisters were implicated.?Most of those were untrue, of course; by that point she would say anythingto stop the pain, to keep the fingers and teeth she still retained.? It was, as Guenther stated, almost analchemical formula: A. ‘A twenty minute lesson detailing the debauchery prevalent in Sodom and Gomorra was most apt for a girl’s school.’ The parson seemed oblivious of her acrimony, paying more attention to the lightweight thing seated beside him than to inflections of speech. ‘Sin and retribution! Such stories have to be told,’ he declared grandly, ‘Weakness of the flesh is all too easily accepted as normal these days, and there is a duty to warn young people of the consequences of immorality.’ His brows knitted. Bill asked if I had a girlfriend, I said no. Raising his eyebrows, he asked a boyfriend. I looked at him and said no. We were half an hour out of the city, and the freeway lights were further apart. Bill asked if I played sports. I said football and diving team. Wow, you must be in good shape then. I pulled up my shirt and showed him my chest and stomach. Looking, Bill asked can I touch your stomach. I thought it was weird, but said OK. His hand was soft and smooth. He slid across my stomach,.