Travis would go and watch TV and Debbie would go to their bedroom and read. She'd managed to read over 75 books in the last six months. Reading was a ...ay she escape her reality.It was three days before Christmas, and she dreaded that more than anything. She'd forced herself to go to the mall a few times to buy gifts for her family but every time stepped in the mall, a few minutes later she'd run out crying.It had been a painful six months. Thinking about everything that had happened, brought. Each time she landed the air was forced from my body with a loud grunt until when she finally reached the count of fifty and settled to sitting on me. "Blimey", she moaned, "That's made my knees sore" and adjusted herself to stretch her legs out straight. "Please Janet get off me I am sorry I called you names", I gasped still helplessly pinned under her weight. Still panting from her exertions she laughed, "Poor David, your 15 stone, fat pig, cousin is sitting on you and hurting you and you. And," he blushed, "I was being childish. I wanted you to suffer." I'm so relieved."He looked surprised and uncomprehending."You're not perfect." Not by a long shot." I didn't trust you. I should have known, but I didn't trust you. And again, today, I didn't know what you were going to do. I should have just trusted you." How do you know what I'm going to do?" Jeff asked."You were late; very late." You've lost me, Ashley." You would never have come this late if you weren't going to go through. She casually untied her small garment and allowed it to drop to the floor as she leapt up on to the examination table, immediately negotiating her heels into the gynecological stirrups. She had obviously been examined this way many times before and eagerly assumed her position: Flat on her back with her hands tucked, palms down, under her buttocks and with her thighs spread wide by the stirrups. She calmly lay there beneath the bright fluorescent lights, offering to us a stunning view of her.