.."Scott, please, could you go with me?" Danielle's voice was soft, pleading. "I know we were all joking and stuff before we went to bed, but I still ...on't know if..."Scott rolled to his left, facing Danielle. In the weak sunlight that filtered through the blinds he could see she had been crying, her eyes puffy and red."It's just that, well, I fucked up bad and I know she said she forgave me, but how can she when I can't even stand myself right now. I was lying here, thinking about that. All the time this was happening Paris had her hand clamped over Rory's mouth to stifle her cries of protest. Rory was smaller and more delicate than the other girls and they found it no hard task to hold her secure.When Madeline pulled her blouse open and reached around under the struggling girl to undo her plain cotton bra, Rory's muffled yells turned to frustrated tears. Why were they doing this to her, what had she ever done to them?Then Madeline stood up again and looked down at Rory's. I had been playing the loving husband, and our sex-life had continued unchanged since the day I watched her with the realtor and his buddy.In some ways it had even gotten better. My love for her was pretty much destroyed by the pain and anger I felt, but my lust for her was unabated. And I found that fucking her like a whore—especially with the images of that three-way still in my mind—was even more fun than making love to her like a caring husband.She asked me once, after a particularly. The waitress crossed the room carrying the family's bill. The girl crossed her arms and said something very mean to the boy, who looked shocked.The stocky man reached me. When he tried to grab my shoulder, I drifted back. When he extended his reach, almost pitching forward, I grabbed his wrist and twisted. Bones snapped. He bellowed and dropped hard, knees on tile. Then I jumped up on a table, my skirt fluttering about. The two boys looked up with the veriest amazement. Their mother gasped, and.