It took her a moment to remember where she was. Thin shafts of light penetrted the gaps where she had removed pieces of the sealing gasket and dimmly ...lluminated the satin casket lining close about on all sides. She was being moved. From the sound she could guess where she was. First to the elevator, then down one floor to the garage. She was being lifted into the hearse for the trip to the church. She heard the backdoor close, then the driver's door openned and closed, and the engine started.. She never mentioned it, never complained and never berated me. It's as if I didn't do a thing to her.From that second instance on, I kept an eye out for potential opportunities to see how far I can push her and her remaining the same way.A month or so later, coming back from my girlfriend's, I again found Abby doing her laundry but this time, she was in a tartan miniskirt.As she bent over in front of the washing machine—we had a front-loading one—her skirt came up just to the bottom of her full. " It started with Leo..." And ended with Kyle, we all know." Who does?" Well they all told me, because I am after all your brother." Thanks for reminding me." Come on Sophie, this can't be good for your reputation." Hey, you get drunk all the time too. What about the Seniors? They are the biggest drunks I have ever seen, yet they stay popular! And it doesn't effect their reputation!" Doesn't it?"I leaned back. "I guess." Come on Sophie, just watch out for yourself. You're only a sophomore, I. He stopped as he waited for my spasms to subside. Holding me tight and nibbling on my ear lobe as I panted and moaned. "Get on your knees" he growled, as soon as my breathing returned to normal. There was a notable change in his demeanour. He'd let me have my pleasure, now he wanted his. I got on my hands and knees, the hard wood of the bench painful for my knees. Suddenly I felt a chill in the air. Slap! my cold ass stung with his slap. Tears welled in my eyes as he rubbed at my sore bum.