.. but why would he...?” “Doesn’t matter. He might be waiting for someone to do some business with or make a getaway. If that’s the case, th...n we better do something before it does happen.” “Right. So do you have a plan?” said Terri. I could see the stress on her face. I took a moment to think it over. We had two choices. Either we wait for events to unwind and possible have to deal with his buddies as well, or we take the initiative and beat him down, get the stolen money and head back to. After the shot, she stayed with us and started explaining some things which I did not understand and some which were a little startling. Like when she told aunty to throw out all my old underwear and pajamas and to go shopping for some more girl's undies, including some training bras. When we left the doctor's office that afternoon, my aunt took me to the local mall and we went to my favorite department store and right up to the pre-teen girl's department. I felt a little out of place, but. ." I said, mostly to myself. There was no way I could fairly take anyone's side. "I guess the only way we can prove this is with medical testing. Swiping for sperm or something." That won't work." May uneasily pointed out."Why not?" I asked."Well I ... I escaped halfway through, so he didn't ... you know ... finish."I sighed into my hands. I didn't know if that was a thing. Could medical testing for rape victims still work if the rapist hadn't ejaculated? I didn't know. I didn't know a lot of. But the photos Bethany paused her scrolling to look at in detail were the ones taken by her femcan friends, of their fathers, brothers and boyfriends, naked and all trussed up in giant roasting pans.The ones who were still alive had eyes bulging wide with fear, usually with a red apple in their mouths to silence their screams. It really got Bethany wet, and for a moment she wondered if she could get away with diddling herself in the backseat before thinking better of it.She was glad her mom.