Then before she knewwhat was happening he reeled back and punched her hard in the stomach. Itknocked all the wind out of her and she fell to the dusty...gravel covered groundof the parking lot. ?How you like them apples, butt boy?? ?Oww!? She moaned in pain. ?Yeah get used to it, fag? Rick spat on her nice dress. Joe hadrecovered enough to be able to see and staggered over to where Yvette gagged onthe ground. He paused for only a moment before kicking her hard in her side.She fell over onto her. John had no idea the leader of the visiting Englishmen was 'Oz' Callaghan. He stared at the man with growing disbelief, saw him take off his flying helmet and replace it with a service cap. Still, he was sure he'd made a mistake.Just then there was a shout and a brass band began to strike up a tune vaguely resembling 'God Save the King.' The bass drum was being hammered so enthusiastically it managed to drown out the cornets.The Soviet reception committee then looked to their left and saluted. " I whimpered."I wasn't asking, you sissy whore," he said with menace in his voice.I stood up slowly, pulling my panties up and walking towards him, shakingwith terror. When I got close he grabbed me, pulling me towards him. Icould smell cigarette smoke on his breath as he groped my ass through mydress. He then pushed me to my knees, facing his crotch.Still shaking, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. He pulled hisshorts down, and I was face-to-face with a big semi-erect penis for. Its not like I cared for Gary. Hell, I think mother and I would have done fine without him. Certainly I would not have been able to go to University and get my great job, but I am sure we would have been happy. Or perhaps I did it out of respect - he had mother, he had money, he had a life that I envied and desired.I saw mother dressed in an understated black dress up in the front isle of the church as I sat in the very back. She looked thinner than I remember, older - but more elegant than.