This gave me some courage. I held her hand sometimes. After some time she put her head on my shoulder.I put my hand on her shoulder. I was rubbing her...shoulder while doing that. I touched her boobs couple of time but she did not respond to it. I can’t remember who kissed first. Next thing I remember was we were kissing each other hard. She was touching my hard tool over my pent. I was playing with her boobs.After the movie, we left the theater like a couple. She sat on my bike holding me right. "It's Gretchen, isn't it? It'sGretchen Carlson."Harlan smiled and nodded."She is the main character in the book I wrote. Good Lord, it's really her!" She is everything you wanted her to be, and more. Actually, this Gretchenis even better than the character you created. In fiction, a good characterhas many hardships, flaws, and trials to overcome. I've removed most ofGretchen's hardships. For example, she was never raped or molested. Shedoesn't have to cope with all that fear and uncertainty.. I had assumed that there would be more people there but it turned out to just be one lady and her son. The four of us were to search the area all summer to find any evidence of that bug. I knew that dad would like the lady. After all Helen was about his age, pretty, and she could speak his language. Her son Troy was my age and he was just as happy to be there as I was. He also had no choice and no electronic equipment.It was hot as we set up our tent near their tent. Troy helped dad while Helen. “OK, this is what’s going to happen, we’re going to fuck your wife and use her for fun, you’re going to sit in that chair and watch. He put me down in the chair, looked through the dresser and found some scarves and stockings and tied me up my hands behind my back.My wife began to cry a little and started begging them to please don’t do this, they laughed and Terrance grabbed her by the hair and picked her up from the floor, he reached up under her dressed and rubbed her ass, Derrick steeped up.