It felt like I was naked, I couldn’t move my hands and my lower legs were bent back, against my thighs and held there by some kind of binding, I cou...d move my feet and my head, but nothing else. I rolled my head from side to side looking for my father, what the hell was happening? Was he hurt? Did someone kill my dad and now I was getting raped? Panic rose up from the well of my guts, and I started to scream. As soon as I opened my mouth a hand slapped over it, “Don’t scream girl, nobody. Men were easily manipulated; a bit of cleavage, slightly too much thigh etc. She found actual sex a bit crap, in fact the type of boy she ever let near her was normally the weak willed puppy dog type. Hardly the kind to set your bed sheets on fire, but you could keep them in their place, and that's what she liked. However this situation was so different.Once again she felt herself having to lay in a squatting frog position her legs out wide to allow the intruders strong waist between them. His. We’d already missed three days of school when the weather up our direction was a white-out. Our teachers were all considerate of the situation and we could get our assignments online. Mr. Hammersmith even posted his geology lectures as podcasts so we didn’t miss any of his classes. Damned technology!Friday after school, Aubrey piled into the Explorer with us and came home for the weekend. Even our dating had been limited by the weather, and we were looking forward to a fun weekend. Sunday was. The preliminaries, fight clips and discussion seems to go on endlessly – the older bigger s****r disappears off to bed and I’m left on the seat with M. After a bit I’m aware she’s gone too, perhaps I had dozed off. I feel a bit awkward sitting in a strangers house all alone watching their telly and using their electric but the fight will be on soon. I hear footsteps and see M standing at the door in her nightdress: ‘Are you coming to bed with me or what?’ The ‘or what’ option seems the least.