I thought for a long moment. This could get out of control in a heart beat if we let it. Maybe that was her way of telling me that she wanted it to ...et out of control or maybe she just wanted to play a game. She was getting a little too old to be playing games, so I guessed that it was the first one. I had to ask her for clarification.“Squirt, do you know what you’re asking for? I mean, giving all of what happened last spring and all, well, I was just wondering, you know what this sounds. They started towards us and moved around us and one pulled a sonic cutter, "how about letting us fuck you girl? You can be our gang whore."Ginny was shaking and shook her head and one bent and yanked to rip her blouse. I came to my feet and she spilled onto the floor. My left hand snatched the wrist of the hand holding the cutter and I twisted and yanked and took it away, "back off and go play with yourself."They sneered and the guy I had grabbed rubbed his wrist as they stepped back, "big. ”“That’s because you don’t really want to wear any.”“I do too.”“Oh no you don’t.”“Oh yes I do.”Then we both burst out laughing. “Anyway, I’m now totally convinced that you like walking around with your pussy on display Oli, look at it.”I looked down, and yes, the shirt flaps had opened and yes I could see my bald pubes. The problem that I had then was that both my hands were occupied carrying bags of shoes.“Will you walk in front of me please Noah?”“Why?”“To hide my pussy a bit.”“No, you want. The place was huge and looked to have at least fifty firing stalls. In front of it were at least twenty large tables with red felt on them and covered with pistols of every size and shape. He went down the line, telling me which tables had new guns, which were slightly used, and so on. He also said the last table was junk that you could throw away if needed, winking at me as he said it. I was almost halfway back to the new guns when what he said and the wink that went along with it sunk in. I.