I offered back a similar smile, and, with the slightest of movements open to any interpretation, tipped the glass of rosé I had in my hand towards he... and drank down the last gulp. I made a spur of the moment decision. Standing up from the table, I called out to the couple, in my clumsy French, Madame, Monsieur - I am leaving, please take my table. All three now turned in my direction as I picked up my bill and reached for my wallet. Politenesses were exchanged as a waiter stepped forward, took. Just a little tired and so fucking sick of this boat,” I said in my whiniest, most demanding tone. He was very much accustomed to this tone. He heard it every day. “Natty, please. You wanted this weekend as much as I did … as much as we all did.” I silently relived the conversation I had shared with my husband Robert the night before. He’s right, I reasoned. It had been my idea to take the weekend trip to island off the coast of California. I glanced at the island in the horizon and sighed.. . but not now..." No, you sleep now... and we give thanks that Jimmy bastard is dead! He total scum... worst of lot but he no bother us no more..."The girl's voice faded away as I slipped off into an uneasy sleep... My night was broken by a series of nightmares, sometimes of the rape itself and sometimes of Jimmy's death. Several times I awoke, sweating and calling out to discover the twins comforting me. After the fifth time this happened, I clambered out of bed and told the girls that I was. He continued to kiss her bare back below her shoulder and then he placed his right hand below to press her boobs while he continued to finger fuck her navel hole. This went on for a couple of minutes then he started to bring down her left hand to finger her pussy from above her saree then he turned her again, her belly facing him and he started to remove her saree from her lower portion. She was then left only in her panty. Uncle started to kiss her milky thigh madly and then he fingered her.