“No, Martin. Please. Another time. Honestly. Maybe tomorrow.”He ignored me, held my legs apart, and lowered himself onto me. I struggled to twist ...way.“I need help, guys,” Martin told Simon and Ted. “Hold her legs. Hold her arms.” And that’s what those bastards did. Simon even sucked on my nipples as Martin forced his way in despite the effort I made to keep my legs clamped together.”“It was rape,” Sylvia breathed.“Yes, it was. Didn’t he enjoy it when finally I had to yield, my thighs fell. Alison was not interested in swinging with us after the first time. She didn't want to fuck Todd anymore, for whatever reason. Matt told me that she was having an affair with another woman, but I think the real reason was that Todd was only good for one fuck in one position and Alison needed more that that. I felt badly for Todd but he seemed ecstatic that I was fucking Matt. I promised to tell him what Matt and I did (a blow by blow, so to speak) and let him have sloppy seconds and he was. . Uh-huh ... Kay. Bye." Keira sat up. "Sure."Her mother entered and sat on Keira's bed. "How's the birthday girl?" she asked."Great. Thanks for the clothes, Mom. They're really beautiful; just what I wanted," Keira answered.Her mother smiled and glanced at Keira's neck. She reached out and touched the necklace with a finger. "This is beautiful. Is this what came by FedEx?" Yeah. It's from Seb," Keira responded."Keira, honey, is there anything you want to tell me?" her mother inquired, still. Faye arrived, pulling up beside the bar in a Land Rover with a UN official named Mark. Faye lived in Loki, and Maggie knew her slightly. She was a tall, willowy English girl, about thirty years old, a veteran of several years in Africa and had the reputation of being a Loki slut with an affinity for tall, black Sudanese rebel leaders. Mark was also tall and slender, about thirty years old, and was impeccably dressed in matched shorts and bush shirt. Although he was Swiss, he spoke English with.