I tried to adjust to having more than myself and my friends. I slowed when I reached my beacon and then began to descend through the trees.When I sett...ed onto my parking pad and shut down it was only two hundred meters above the forest floor. I went back as Mandi stood and hesitated, “if you would help me unload I would be grateful.”She smiled and nodded and I went down and back and opened the door. I jumped out and turned as she set her pack by the door. I frowned at a tiny box attached to my. ’ John fidgeted in his seat before going on, ‘Four hours, Amy? That’s been totally fucking with my head. I mean…I don’t know what the average assault time is, but…fuck…four hours? It’s been killing me.’ Amy took her turn at squirming. ‘Do you want details?’ ‘No! I mean…no, I don’t, I just…fuck Amy, I don’t know.’ ‘I skimmed over the actual rape. I thought it would be better not to go into details, but now I can see that not knowing could be even worse.’ ‘Did he hurt you really bad? I mean. Now Bruce had danced with three of the other women at our table before asking me. Now It was about my time and I wondered if I would refuse to dance, or take the chance he wouldn't talk the way he had before. And if he did, would I be strong enough to say that I can't do that.All these thoughts kept going through my head as I continually had a itch between my legs and , as you might guess, my panties seemed to be getting wetter. Well I was brought back to reality when Bruce said to me " Well. " That might explain the confrontation we had in my office. I would have been suspicious too. I put on my jacket and adjusted the sleeves of my shirt under it. As casually as I could muster, I asked, "Does Chantelle know Sylvia?" "Oh yeah," Josephine sighed in resignation. "And she knows you are Sylvia Harper's sister?" "Yes. Of course, Sir. Why? What's wrong?" My mind was awhirl. What indeed? There was no way Chantelle could have forgotten to tell me. "She just hadn't mentioned it, that's.