Here you hang, at our mercy, bereft of all modesty, and you wonder what we intend to do with you?” Fear filled her belly as her imagination ran wild... Fear, and something else, something that took her entirely by surprise. Desire. “Show her, Francois.” She watched in fascination as the half-naked brute drew forth a finely wrought mask seemingly made of black metal. “For you, my dear, to preserve your modesty, if not your virtue. I had this forged from Iron. A remarkable piece of work. Too bad. I know you wanted to hit the road, but can you stick around long enough to see how it goes?"I couldn't imagine laying over in Durango for three more days. "Mr. Wright, I really don't wish to make things hard for you, but my entire family was killed here. I need to get away from this place before I sink into depression over it. Is there any way to handle things without my staying over the weekend?"Ernie Wright mulled over my answer, and then said, "You know what? You are the injured party. The. I was crying. Sam came in and sat with me. I remember she was wearing a blue shirt and her underwear. When I calmed down she stood up to leave."Don't go, Sammy," I pleaded."It's late, Harry. I'm tired." She was halfway to the door."Pleeease?" I used my most pathetic voice. She stopped and came back. Kneeling beside the bed she hugged me again. She was warm and I liked the swell of her soft pubescent breast against my cheek. It felt good, is all. I was seven but I was beginning to get the idea. It didn't happen every night, or even every week, but every now and then the mood hit them right at about the same time. When it did, things got very memorable and satisfying.The only problem was sometimes Vicky was willing to get up and go home for the night, especially if they'd spent an afternoon enjoying themselves. However, if it happened later in the evening, it was more enjoyable for the both of them for her to spend the night with him, cuddled closely and warmly in each other's arms..