‘How many did we say?’ asks the woman. The girl’s eyes flicker fearfully. She is eighteen but her eyes are as bright and clear as any less matur... juvenile and she is blessed with an exceedingly soft, sensual mouth, dimpled each side. She nervously glances up over one shoulder. ‘Oh er, please Miss, s-six.’ ‘Um, you’ll need to keep count for me in case I forget. Up on your toes, show me how brave you are.’ Taking a step to the side the woman carefully gauges the distance between herself and the. They whispered some more before rising from their chairs. They took their glasses and purses with them and walked over to the bar where they sat down and never let Angique or the girl out of their eyes.Alicia hadn't left the spot where she was standing. She seemed in a state of mind where you are so torn up that you can't move — either forward or backward. She wanted out, she wanted to run; but she couldn't. At last she found the energy to turn away and put one foot in the direction of the. .. this can't be happening?"The rapist rammed his finger into Betsy so fast, all she could do was cry out. She stretched upward standing as high as she could on her tiptoes. There were hands all over her body, more hands than she could count. In a split second, all her clothes were stripped and the three men felt her up, as if they were teenagers. Her dream was so vivid and realistic that Betsy reasoned it must have happened that way.If Betsy remembered correctly, the three men held her a. Just before noon, Sharon wandered in. Rob assumed she was there to pick up lunch, so he looked away disinterested.Sensing someone watching him, Rob raised his head to find Sharon standing at the table looking down at him."Hello, Rob." You!" he snarled in outrage. He suddenly realized he'd never heard Sharon's speaking voice in person: the one time he'd spoken to her, she had whispered her reply."May I sit down?" she asked mockingly. Not waiting for an answer, she slipped onto the bench across.