She yelped when a hand smacked the back of her skirt and turned to see the hand's owner leering at her."First let's get down to seeing all that booty ...ou've got."Their hands were all over her body, touching, feeling, groping and urgently squeezing. April succumbed to their kisses and responded somewhat willingly towards touching them as well. She inhaled the sweat pouring out of their body and even the musk scent of their cologne. The men wasted no time getting rid of her clothes. She leaned. ”“Oh, that.” Betsy waved her hand dismissively. Then, shaking her index finger at the fat woman, she added, “You might want to watch that little girl once she’s born. She’s been touched by ... oh, yeah ... by you ... Uh ... I guess you already know about her.”Chuckling, the fat woman said, “Yes. You also saved a number of people who will play important roles in shaping the future.”“I just did what I could,” Betsy said.“You were the only one who could do it.”“Modesty would dictate that I deny. "I don't want to." He beat you bad — very bad. He not fuck-fuck you."My apprehension grew as I uncovered my breasts and showed myself, stepping back when the fat man pushed a finger into my right breast. His hand closed over my left breast and gently compressed, before his finger toyed with my nipple. He spoke again, removing his hand."He say you very good. You good girl. You put dat back on now — he happy."I quickly replaced my bra while the two of them talked. When there was a moments lull in. The men were confused. Then one of them said, “If you’re trying to hang yourself, you’re supposed to put the rope around your neck.“Duh,” she said. “I tried that and I couldn’t breath.”One day a blonde came home from school and came to her mother and said, “Hey, Mommy! Mommy! Today in school we learned to count. The other kids could only count to three but I can count to ten... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!”The mother responds, “Very good honey.” The blonde asks, “Is that because I’m a blonde.