She gasped when he rammed two fingers into her cunt. He’d caught her off guard, and she lost balance. She put her arms behind her and leaned against...the car. The strength in her legs failed as he ravaged her slit and caused tremors in parts of her body that had, until now, lain dormant. She was a whirl of conflicting sensations: cold, hard metal against her hands; wet, warm mouth on her breast; strong, hard fingers in her cunt. Her emotions were equally as messed-up: fear of being caught mixed. To her relief the hens were in their hen house already. She closed the door of the hut, took her clothes off and went to bed. Within minutes she fell asleep, but the events of the day had taken their toll. She tossed and turned. Images formed in her mind, sounds formed. She heard a wolf howling and she started to shiver. Then she saw blinking lights. Eyes. She saw eyes! She ran into the darkness in fear. Only the small white stars were in the dark blue sky. Her surroundings were nothing but. Nothing attracted me, so I turned it off. I drained the brandy, poured another generous measure and looked at the clock. It was 9:35 and I decided to spend some time in my office, perhaps play a few computer games. I could hear Veronica’s heavy breathing, not quite snoring, as I made my way along the landing to my office. Inside, I closed the door and started my computer. It was programmed to open up with my e-mail service. I had fourteen messages in my inbox and another seven in the spam. It wasn't long before he spotted Mary, who at the time was sitting on an empty desk down a side hall reading a comic he didn't recognize. Jake had always found Mary quite attractive, she stood just a few inches shorter than him, and had long reddish brown hair which went down to just past her shoulders. Today she was wearing a short purple skirt, with a low cut yellow top which served to show off her medium sized milky white breasts which were pushed together by her bra into some impressive.