Those large whatever-they-weres didn’t seem to bounce much, but they probably weren’t real. Maybe she was a stripper or topless dancer and she’d...had them done ‘extra large’ to earn big money. Truth to tell, though, she didn’t look like a stripper. She looked more like a college student, young, determined, and, even with that impossible physique, sweet and innocent. But, back to what happened. She got off the treadmill and walked around front to pick up her gray sweatshirt. As she leaned over to. I said I’d let it run a full cycle to make sure it stayed water tight. She showed no sign of moving until 20 minutes in, and then walked strangely out and to the bathroom. Why had I fixed that lock? I was pretty sure an ear to the door would hear the low moans of a girl significantly enjoying herself. Still, the machine was back in action. Back in place and my scrotty pants got mixed with the girls’ sexy knickers (an erotic turn on as I imagined their underwear and mine entwining) and granny’s. ? That’s what hurt Amanda so much, when her vindictive bitch of a mother had rung Sam’s parents to tell them what she had discovered.? To say Sam’s parents were religious would be a gross understatement; in fact they put the religious zealots waging holy war to shame. On hearing the news from her, they waged a war so cruel that it forced Sam to flee to women’s refuge with only the cloths on her back, torn and tattered as they were. Physically beaten and emotionally humiliated in front. Promise" I pull her back into the alley and she staggers against me, confused, walkingbackwards, not sure whether she should struggle or not. I know I'm smearingher perfect lipstick but already the thrill of using force on her has me excited,and she doesn't know whether she should resist or do as I say. I make sureshe doesn't have time to think about it. The side door of the van is open. I drag her through the cloud of idlingexhaust fumes and half throw, half lift her inside and climb in with.