”“You still do it though.”“I’m used to it now… god that sounds awful… what are you going to do? Are you going to tell Mum and Dad, Dad w...ll kill me.”“That depends,” l replied.“Depends on what?” she looked up at me with her tear streaked face.“Take your dressing gown off.” I ordered.“David…no…don’t make me do that, l don’t have anything on underneath, please don’t make me.”I was in no mood to be denied. “Stand up and strip off,” l demanded, “otherwise l will make like horrible for you.”I could. These men would kill her if she didn't do what they wanted. With tears running down her face she opened her mouth and tried as hard as she could not to gag as the first 7" hit the back of her throat. The smaller man was standing behind Sable and he dipped his hands into her bra covered breasts and squeezed her nipples as hard as he could. With a final wrenching twist, that brought a muffled scream from the poor blonde, the smaller man stepped back and, with a look of approval from the larger. We pray you will find your way.”She often wondered why it lay flat when most gravestones were propped upright so they could be seen. She would kneel beside the grave and pray for forgiveness but still God was silent.Then one spring, after a particularly harsh winter, Abigail saw that the stone had slid a little sideways. She scrabbled around with her hands and lifted it. She was surprised to find that there was a hole in the ground at its base, hidden under the grass. The stone slid into the. .”She jumped down, ran towards her room, “We’re going on a DATE!” she called out as she disappeared.“I had thought it would be more like a late birthday present...” he spoke to no one.He sat his things down in the guest bedroom and went to the kitchen and got a beer. He knew it was going to be a while.Nearly an hour later, she reappeared.Fuck! She was in a short, tight little black dress, accentuating every curve perfectly like her body was built for that dress with it ending at one end just.