He slapped her more boldly on the ass; it was as firm as it looked to the eye, producing a yelp of simulated surprise.She parted her thighs further, a... if anticipating his next destination. His fingers reached between them, cupping the vulva; the hair, the heat emanating like a furnace from the gasping lips of her sex, was just like a human bitch in heat. One finger entered; she gasped, her arms twisting at her sides, her hands bound into fists. He nearly gasped, too, finding hot, sticky. ‘Thank you for your concern, but I don’t want company right now,’ was my impolite exit. ‘What is your name?’ I heard him ask as I began to walk. I pretended I had not heard and began my descent feeling both exposed and humiliated. The tears began again as I walked back through the fields and down the footpath to my waiting car. I just let them happen and allowed the breeze to dry them away. Upon reaching my car, I felt a little ashamed. I am not a rude person by nature. In fact, I like. At this point, it would behoove me point out the fact that the voluptuous Betty seldom associated with any persons of color because of strict rules laid down by her parents. She took her cues from her family and friends and kept as far apart from that segment of society with never a thought about the genetic similarity of all humankind untainted by shifting levels of acceptance in modern day society.Betty had never been out on a date with a dark-skinned boy in her entire life.The simple fact. "What is it?" A golden shower!" Dorothy cried, and let go.The stream of urine splashed directly into the Witch's face; the Witch screamed."What are you doing, you wicked girl? You wicked, nasty girl!"The Witch sat up; her skin was smoking."I'm melting! I'm melting!" she screamed. "I liked it, but I'm melting! Oh! Oh! I'm... coming! I'm coming!"Dorothy scrambled off the bed, and her companions scrambled out of their hiding places."I'm coming! I'm melting! You wicked, wicked girl!" the Witch.