I was sitting at noon at a burger place I always eat at and a kid came over and handed me an envelope, and said: A lady gave me a dollar to give this ...o you. I saw no one around. It was sealed and type written. It proceed to describe how this mystery woman was going to rape me. She said she had a little tiny 1 inch pen knife, and was going to jump in my car, hold the tiny knife to my throat, and make me drive out in the country. Force me to lift her skirt up and slowly take her panties off.. I alternated this with rubbing two fingers across the top of her slit and catching and bumping across her clit button with one finger then the other, circling her clit and then sliding my fingers down her slit to the little love hole and back up to her clit again. I had no idea what I was doing but everything was warm and soft and slippery inside and felt so good. I seemed to sense what would feel good. I thought that if it felt good to me doing it, it probably felt good to her. Her little. "Good," she said and brought my wheelchair out and helped me into it. "By the way, I'm Marcie."Marcie must be Greek or Latin or something for Goddess I thought. She was a lot shorter than me, maybe just breaking the five-foot mark, but she was curvy all over. Even her uniform couldn't hide that. A beautiful oval face framed in corn-silk blonde hair and with teeth as white as any I had ever seen in any toothpaste ad, and breath like honey. Where the hell had girls like Marcie been when I was. Heh. Now that's all we wanna do," Joey said remembering. Then the part I was truly talking about came to him. "Ohhh yeahhh... You want to do the sideways thing. Okay, let's do it." What are you two talking about?" Suzi said as we started to shift our positions."Trust us. You'll like it. We'll be doing all the work," Joey said as I carefully guided the three of us onto our sides without falling out of her."Yeah, well, we've never actually tried it of course, but we read about it once in one of.