"Now I realize the only thing I want is to know your name."Glowering at him, her fear turning to contempt, she growled gruffly, "People call me Zigz."...e gazed into her fascinating eyes, still not letting her go. "I didn't ask what people call you."Even the insects had gone silent. It was tangible. At last she whispered. "Sinoja." See, now that wasn't so hard." Are you going to tell me your name?" she snapped at him."Kupper." Good, now that we're friends, you can just hand me my. I wanted to return the sensation so I licked his finger. As he put it in my mouth, my lips closed around it, sucking it. He slid his finger in and out of my mouth a few more times. Each time, I hungrily sucked his finger, licking it around with my tongue. I felt his hand behind my head, holding it as he leaned in to kiss me. The feeling of his lips upon mine was pure heavenly. I closed my eyes and became lost in pleasure. As his tongue probed my mouth, I felt my panties become even. She felt safe; she wasn't an unarmed victim any more. She'd get the bastard, she was sure.Bastard. Why stop at just one? There were bound to be many others. Alexis Chatris was looking for bastards, plural. Not in the technical sense. She didn't care if she found someone who had parents that were married or not. No, no. She wanted the other kind of bastard: the kind that took advantage of other people, especially in the sexual way. Why limit myself to those? She asked herself. There are plenty. Tim was 15 and Ryan was 14 and they were just perpetually horny like most guys that age. I was pretty hot for 12. We were all pretty close and I had seen both of them beating off, just kind of watching when they’d leave a bedroom or bathroom door open. I knew they’d seen me because they had a hole drilled that could see into my bedroom. I pretended I didn’t know, but I liked to show off she I knew they could see me and it got me really hot thinking about them on the other side of the wall.