..................................It was a Tuesday morning when it started.The one thing you can never predict about Scotland or Britain as a wholefor...that matter is the weather. The television news had told us we hadexperienced the mildest December and January since records began. Whatthey did not warn us about was two weeks before Easter.I woke one Monday morning to get ready for work as usual. I went into thebathroom and showered got dressed and had finished my make up when Iheard the alarm. Mein dar gaya.. Fir vo boli aarav I really love u..Please mere sath comited ho jao..Mein na bolna chahta tha pr pta ni mujhe ky hua meine han bol diya aur vo ekdum se khush ho k mere gale lag gyi.. Aur mere lips ko kis krne lagi..Us tym hum ek road p the tbi halki halki barish start hui to meine usse kaha ki kahi..Shelter mey chlte h pr baarish tez hone ki vajah se hume koi jgah ni mili… Fir usne kaha ki uski ek friend ka ghr pas mey h vaha chlte h…Meine kaha ok!!Jab uski frn k ghar gaye to pta. He still had on black jeans and sweater, but no hat today, and I wandered around the trailers till I could watch him, but not be obvious about it. The girl was maybe about 16, and my first reaction was that she was remarkably similar in figure and looks to myself. Perhaps the young man had a particular liking for our type of girl. She had on tight cream jodhpurs that showed her firm buttocks and no panty line, a neat white blouse and stock that sensuously clung to small firm breasts, and as. My moment of bravery only ended with Trevor clutching his face, my knee must have made contact. I felt myself relax for a second before I felt stubble scrape along my ear. "Your gonna regret that, little whore" he whispered in my ear. I was aware of only one presence at that moment, he held my wrists behind my back and stayed still breathing in my ear. Suddenly his friend has joined him. I heard a strange noise, a clipping swishing type of noise, a noise I didn't recognise. I felt a hand.