I know that voice. Who is that? Wasn't the front door closed when I passed it? 1000 thoughts at once. And again: even tho he's just whispering - I kno... that voice. Dammit. I nod carefully and he pulls my head a bit to the side. There's something over his head - a ski mask? He kisses my neck. What on earth? Seriously? But for some reason it felt good. Too good.His grip around my mouth loosens. “Just enjoy.” There’s that voice again. Along with his smell and touch he doesn’t feel threatening. He. ”“Ooo, on second thought, that Peter is dreamy. Let me pucker up”“Pop it, Greg!”“I’ll pop it, alright, young lady. Only I seriously doubt you’re going to feel much like ‘popping’ after our ‘talk.’ Greg predicted to the sister he still saw as his kid sister who needed his protection and guidance. Jan, for her part suddenly showed great concern across her still adorable chipmunk-featured face and baby fat cheeks evidence. All of which Greg saw as evidence of her recent past youth.The now, grown. Mike handed her a church program and in a hushed voice explained to her how the service worked, that it would last exactly 55 minutes, it would have three hymns, the reciting of the Lord's Prayer, and the sermon. Ruthie looked at the strange document in her hands, bewildered that a church service could be so carefully preplanned. She vaguely wondered if the service really would follow the program minute-by-minute ... but as she looked around at all those old white folks, she figured that none. Passion was in complete control of her. Bill pulled Abby against him and felt her trembling as he held her body against his. ‘Bill…I…I’m scared,’ she said, her voice very soft. ‘I…I’m really scared.’ Bill kissed her. ‘Don’t be scared, Abby,’ he said. ‘I…I won’t hurt you.’ Gently, he took her hands away from her chest. Her bra slid down her arms and fell to the floor, leaving her totally nude. Bill stared at her, stunned by how lovely she was. Even though her breasts were large, they were firm.