” The air was thick.I glanced briefly at Larry, then took off my blouse, almost withoutthought. I still wore my bra. Lisa and I just sat ther..., eyes glued oneach other. Someone unsnapped my bra–it was Cindy. “Take offyour pants, Debbie.” I started to do it, but faltered, and seemed tocome to my senses. “Do it!” came Larry’s stern voice. When I didn’t,he said “Lisa, kiss Debbie’s lips.” Lisa approached without taking. “Thirsty?”A small nod was enough for him to force her upright. There was enough slack in the muzzle for him to carefully pour water into her mouth. He stopped when she got too eager and choked, waiting for her to regain her composure, and encouraged her to relieve herself. His insinuation set a shiver through her, but he walked away, crouching before the small fire.To say that she was nervous was an understatement. How could she even make what was about to happen okay? Before, he had trapped. "OK, Sharon. Pay attention," he intoned. "By your silence, I'm assuming that you have learned your first lesson about not speaking unless spoken to. Is that correct?" Yes sir," she softly replied."Good for you," David cheerfully observed. "If you listen carefully, and learn your new lessons, your new life will not be as violent and painful as the last 24 hours." If," he cautioned, "you resist, or fight back, or make me unhappy, the last 24 hours will seem like a trip to Disneyland." Do you. "I'm nineteen," Rachel whispered tightly, "I don't NEED their permission!" You know that, and I know that, Honey Bun, but THEY don't seem to," I countered."They need to learn!" Rachel declared. "I have enough problems without having them drag me back like a boat anchor!" She leaned in. "What's this about being a sailor?" Not here, Honey. There was a little confusion there. I wasn't talking about being a deep water swabbie -- I get seasick. I'll explain later -- and it's better than that.".