Gabby reached out and stopped the door, latching it. Grabbing a handful of the girls long blond hair she twisted it hard.“I don’t give a shit,” ...he said using her free hand she unzipped the fly, unbuckled the belt, and unbuttoned the ratty, grease-stained jeans. “Pull them down for me little girl,” Gabby told her.“I’m not a fucking lesbo,” Tammy said the hand stung her face then burnt the other cheek as the back of the hand came back across her face.“You are now bitch! Pull them down and then. "To be honest," she said, "You interrupted at a crucial moment, and I might have to start all over." Maybe I can help?" I asked, and took her backward movement as an invitation to step inside.It was a bit of a squeeze, out bodies jammed together, breathe in each other's faces. I slid my hand down her side and back up under her skirt. The heavy black tights were pulled down just below the vee of her pubic area, her knickers likewise slid down.I caressed the area about the top of her cleft, fine. There was a problem, I could not swim. I tried again abe to get out of the pool, r that did not work. Finally, 2 lifeguard came, jumped into the water and rescued me. But I was not responsive. The lifeguards took me out of the water, laid me on the stretcher and took me into a locked room. They are civil servants me until I was again accessible. They fixed me while I peed my pants. They pulled me out of my swimming gear and pulled me in a diaper. They told me the doctor’s coming. min after 4o.. I'm truly glad — for both of you."Sarah excused herself long enough to climb the stairs and look in on her husband."He's sleeping, but rather fitfully," she said upon her return.They adjourned to the living room where Sarah put on some soft music and they danced. She still had an occasional flashback to the night David Bell raped her, but they were coming less frequently now and were somehow not as disturbing, especially with Michael here. She had decided she would never tell Michael what had.