Don't tell me what to do. I feel like smoking. And rape victimsaren't supposed to beg for it. It kinda negates the whole rape aspect, silly." Ipaused,...lifted up my shirt to look at my six pack in the dresser mirror andcontinued, "I can make you unwilling. You don't want that." I took my time. When I was just about finished she started fingering herself,so I rushed over to the bed, crawled over her, grabbed her arms away from herpussy, pinned them over her head, and undid my pants. My cock came. After that I just watched TV and banged around the internet.I got an email from a KG Enterprises Inc. It was a sales solicitation for a sleeping bag. It was the kind of thing that went to my junk mail directly. Gabby and I agreed to the code after her last email to me. Since she didn’t have cops looking for her, it should be enough code without setting off the alarms that a heavily encoded message would. This wouldn’t even raise an eyebrow.The special sale on the sleeping bags ended five days. Instead of celebrating, she would spend the day sleeping late, enjoying a TV dinner, while watching one of her old taped movies, like “Gone with the Wind.” Or so she thought, the phone rang. When she answered it, it was her mother. She was calling to invite Melinda to come home for Christmas, after all she was only forty miles away. As usual, mom wouldn’t take no for an answer.“But Mom, I don’t feel like celebrating, it brings back too many painful memories.”“I know dear, but it doesn’t do. .Chapter 3Still in her gown, Shellie stepped onto the deck, lifted her arms high and stretched, feeling very good.She pulled her nightgown over her head and dropped it onto the mat she had lain on the day before. Again she stretched in the sun, her naked tits, flawless, nipples jutting. Then she dived into the river, cutting the water cleanly.Shellie had swum in the river naked before, but only when she had been alone on the houseboat. She loved to swim naked, feeling the water flowing between.