But Larissa welcomed the snow like an old friend. She busied herself, stabling the horses and stacking logs next to the fire and stove. From the cupbo...rd she retrieved a pair of old silk sheets and laid them across the thin mattress of her bed - just in case, she told herself. She took out a white, laced dress that her grandmother had bequeathed her. Holding it against her body, she pushed up her hair and regarded herself in the mirror. Then she pulled a face at her reflection and put the dress. Well, let's just say the only points of contact were food and sex. Of course the sex was very good...After my day with Charlie, she and Stacey had some sort of agreement going. Saturdays were Charlie's; we'd take a couple of my bikes and ride all day if we didn't take in a rally. I like a big single, so I was usually on the Velo, or my International Norton. Charlie usually went for the Black Shadow. On the odd occasion I wanted that one, she took the Rapide. But we'd ride. We entered rallies,. Instead she looked down at the box as though sizing its dimensions. Steven shivered as he imagined she was guessing its contents."You don't have to go. He can't force you."She began to go to him, then stopped after several steps, lowering her head as she spoke. Her robe was undone, and parted a few extra inches in the front as she walked. His eyes wandered down over the trail of exposed flesh, the inner curves of her breasts, her flat belly, to the naked slit between her legs, now freshly. “We do whatever it takes!” Evelyn shouted, “don’t we?”“Yeah,” “fuck her,” “slap her,” “good kicking” and assorted threats reverberated again as the badly behaved girls got into gear.“WHAT’S THIS?” Janice’s razor voice sliced through the noise and everything stopped. She strode powerfully across the suddenly silent room with girls scattering out of her way. In a second she’d reached the table, gripped little Evelyn by a leg and arm and pulled her off. She changed her grip to the collar of her.