I also found it quite disturbing that I'd been moved fromthat chair without any conscious knowledge of having been moved. Icouldn't begin to imagine t...at being any sort of good news.I wasn't too sure I wanted to open my eyes again.But I did.And immediately wished I hadn't.Once thing was quickly obvious, I wasn't wearing my baggy sweatshirt.Whatever it was I was wearing - I assumed it must be made of spandex -fit me like a really tight glove that was clearly straining to containmy tits. I didn't. It’s obvious from the pain in my throat I’m now experiencing that something of the sort happened.I don’t remember the other, what they must have done to make my anus hurt like this. But I’m reasonably certain I know what must have happened and I really don’t want to remember.I tore my mind away from those horrible thoughts and glanced up at Sharon. I can see that she’s trying to deal with these horrible memories, too. She has finally stopped crying but the look on her face is enough to make me. ‘One thousand-one, one thousand-two, one thousand-three, one thousand-four, one thousand –’ The floor shook under my feet as the thunder rumbled over us. I could feel it all the way through my body, sending a heavy shiver down my spine. I felt warmth pressing up against my naked back and a pair of slender hands began to run over my stomach. ‘You’re such a little kid.’ I could hear the smile in her voice as she leaned against my back. ‘I remember you used to tell me about the thunderstorms… how. “Good morning, stud” she said with a big smile. “How did you sl**p”? I replied that I had slept very, very well. “So did we.” She said with a wink as she poured me a cup of coffee. “Where is Bob” I asked. “Oh, he just left for a bit. He had to run to the store to pick up a few things.” I slipped into a chair and gratefully took a sip of the black coffee she had poured me. After a few minutes of small talk and coffee, Carol shifted to conversation. “You know, you about wore Bob out”. “He.