We followed the coast and eventually reached Panama. I decided that we should check the Panama Canal area. It was a last hope for Central American and...I wasn't sure we should consider coasting South America. I wasn't sure about the coastline but thought it not very "beachy" from memory.We reached the canal area, passed it and came back to it. We had no good charts or maps but were moving based upon a map of Central America that we had found in Camp Pen. I didn't plan to put all my trust in. ”“Would you like to see him naked?”“Yes I would!”“Then let’s see if he’s home, and we’ll pay him a visit.”Grabbing her cell phone, Michelle dialed Mike’s number. He answered on the third ring. “Hello?”“Hi honey!”“Hey! What are you up to?”“Are you going to be home today? Sarah and I want to go swimming.”“Yep, sure will. Tommy and I are just hanging out. C’mon down!”“Ok, we’ll be there in an hour or so. Bye, sweetie!”“It’s all set Sarah. Mike and his friend Tommy are there.”“Who’s Tommy?”“You’ll. “Call me if anything happens and you can’t make it.”“Of course, but it should be okay,” I said.After I hung up I began to worry again. This is a bad Idea, I thought. No woman wants a man with half a leg. That is unless the pension appeals to her. That was probably worse than not being wanted at all. I was worried and slept poorly.First thing Saturday morning I started the coffee water while I took a quick shower. When I returned to the kitchen hopping around in my briefs and tee shirt, I looked. His plan to make her beg him to "do it to me" was the key to making her less of a victim and more of a facilitator in the act.The switch from taking it four times in the doggy position to the final time face to face with her rapist in the conventional missionary position brings the victim to look the boy in the face and she sees her lust reflected in his eyes. The other boys cheer her on as she begs for more and forgets entirely about her unborn child. She wraps her legs around the young boy's.