Boomer and Sidney had unloaded the generators into the back of the jeep along with a couple of the gas cans. It would take another trip to get the res.... Sidney stayed with the chopper and the pilots while the two ambassadors, Boomer and I walked behind the jeep.I could hear their generator knocking and sputtering before we even got close. CPR and TLC were not going to help; it had the death rattles.Boomer and I unloaded and carried the Honda and placed it next to the dying one. I checked the. If only he hadn’t chased off that muscular young blacksmith yesterday.I could imagine him pinning me against the wall with one strong arm, forcing a kiss on me, tongue invading my mouth. I would whimper as he roughly, painfully, squeezed my breast with his free hand. Then he would rip my shirt open, exposing ... No!No! NO!! NO!!! Not again!Cheeks flushed with desire and shame; I pushed the erotic images from my mind.Rape is horrible, and it shouldn’t be arousing. So why do I keep having these. She didn't look back when she heard Gabe slam the back door.It was a little after 1:00 p.m. when she thumbed a ride downtown, and from there walked out along the street designated as an interstate highway through town. Soon, she was out of the congested area, and she walked along, alert to the traffic, her thumb waving, asking, mutely, for a ride, willing to take her chances with whomever she rode... as long as they were going East.Jack Leonard rolled to his side from his cradled position. This isn't the sixties and seventies. Most of the guys in those places are just after sex and money from stupid young people. The real era of sharing and communing died over thirty years ago. We were there. It was usually ruined by hurt feelings and one or two guys who wanted to share everyone else's women." I told you," said his wife. "Why the hell do you think he was about to cry. He loves that girl. And Summer played us. I've always been able to tell when she was lying, even when she was a.