. you know, his dick against me.”“His hardon?” asked Lauren. Heather simply blushed and nodded in agreement.Lauren smiled. “Well, it sounds li...e you two are moving along. Has he gotten his hands inside your clothing yet?”“Uh, no, but he’s tried. I’ve made him stop, but it was really hard the last time. I really wanted him to continue,” admitted Heather.Lauren nodded in understanding. “Listen, it’s going to get more difficult. You are getting turned on by him, and your body wants to keep going.. Are you okay? Is anyone else alright?'It was a young girl, maybe eight years old who looked up at me in terror, before seeing my concerned face. She hesitantly reached out to my hand, then jumped into my arms. Hugging her firmly, I sat and rocked back and forth as she cried until she finally fell asleep.The young girl refused to loosen her grip on me, even sleeping. She was small with shoulder length blond hair, her face covered in soot and tears and wearing a nightgown.Giving up on getting her. There were several places in the downtown area that she hadto back track to get through as some of the accidents hadblocked the roads and made passage impossible. Then she sawit, the Outdoor Sports store. Rachel knew that they shouldhave everything she may need in there and with that shepulled right up to the curb and stepped out. Rememberingwhat had happened earlier she cautiously eased toward thestore. The doors were locked. Rachel surveyed the area forsome way in but the only way seemed to. Amna’s families were Muslims, but not especially strict ones. She wasn’t require to cover her long thick black hair, and her parents didn’t object too strongly to the blue jeans she wore which always seemed rather too tight on the hips constrained inside. Her fondness for tight jeans often caused her grief as Amna was especially hirsute, not just in the form of the black hairs along her arms and legs which were nearly hidden against the darkness of her Bengali skin, but in the thick pubic hair.