Angilee had never enjoyed herself as much. The two were instantly compatible and found each other's company exciting, yet comfortable, as if they coul... totally relax, not have to try to impress. When he asked about her family, she related several stories of growing up on the farm, then simply told him she was divorced, careful not to provide details. When he asked her profession, she was vague and quickly changed the subject. He told her of his early life in Vermont, college in the Midwest. ’ She said smiling while looking into the mirror and thinking of her holy terror three year old. Shannon quietly walked to the kitchen starting the coffee, grabbing the eggs, bacon, and English muffins. Pouring orange juice into the glasses, milk into Samantha’s and the brewed coffee into her and her husbands James cups. The aroma of the food had awoken the two sleeping beauties that were still in their beds. They both stumbled into the kitchen taking their places at the table. Samantha. I watched the outline of Cee’s middle finger move under the silkiness of the cloth. “My, oh my, Katie. You feel delicious. Do you know what happens to me when I feel a woman’s wetness like this?”“No, ma’am.” “Two things. I get very wet myself and I get very hungry. Do you know what I get hungry for?” “No, ma’am.”I could see Cee’s finger start to move more rapidly against Katie. Katie’s chest began to redden. “I get hungry for the taste of that wetness.” With that, she pulled her. "No matter what you see happening, stay silent and hidden, my little flower," she whispered as she kissed my forehead.She then moved away from my hiding space and fought like a tigress with her abusers. I have always believed that she did so in order to keep the rapists distracted from searching the tent, for they truly beat her brutally.I watched as men stripped, beat and raped all of the women, noble and slave. When the men were finished, they bound the young and pretty women, and killed the.