It was my reality now. I was about to undress in front of nearly a hundred black men!I reached behind my back with badly shaking fingers and struggled...to grip the tab on my zipper. My fingers felt numb. I seemed to have no control over them. I’m not certain I could have managed if Cassy hadn’t paused and reached behind my back to pull the zipper down.I was still swaying woodenly, not really dancing in time to the music. But the men didn’t care. I had three hands groping me now, one on each. The cabin was not big, just one roomin fact, except for the small bathroom set off to the side of the house. Shewould have seen if someone had come inside. She would have heard them. Wouldn'tshe? Then she could feel the warm breath on her neck, giving her goose-bumps,as a shiver of pure terror ran down her spine. She could feel the small stringthat held the strap of her dress moving. It had been tied with a bow at eachside, and now it was moving! The strap seemed to burn as it moved across. "It's okay," she said softly. "We brought medicine and food. We're here to help."Erica stopped sniffling and looked at Mandy's huge chest. "Are we really going to ... to drink your milk?" Well I hope so," Mandy said. "Because I'm running out of room in these things! I'd hate to have to dump it along the side of the road." Erica laughed and wiped her eyes."Come on," Mandy said. "Let's get this milk out so people can eat." She maneuvered her arm around her inflated bosoms and unzipped her top. As. ..all naughty?". I replied: "Henry Miller: naughty great literature. Neuroscientists want to find how we find love - almost naughty. And philosophy...well...Cunt-ian philosophy?" I blushed. Not only because I made a terrible pun involving Immanuel Kant but also because it was a bit too obscene for the usual tone of our conversation. However, she laughed at me. I was surprised by myself. We were in great form. We exchanged puns and retorts. All of it was truly terrible and wouldn't make us a.