But Saturday morning finally arrived. Diana had told her parents a ***********ive version of the truth: that she was going to visit and spend the nig...t with a friend from school and would be back the following afternoon.As she tossed her overnight bag onto the seat of her old Toyota and started the engine she found herself second-guessing her clothing choices. More like tenth or twentieth-guessing, she thought, remembering how she had agonized over what to wear and what to bring. Not that it. The very idea of avoiding the bus and its timetable was to her a bonanza and maybe it was that suggestion that resulted in him receiving a call later that day inviting him for lunch the next day.She was dressed in an attractive but loose dress that ended just above the knees. It had short sleeves and although there was no collar she was wearing a necklace of beads and with her long hair falling over her shoulders it was certainly an item of interest, but being who he was and his interests, it. My father said, "Did he force you?" He tried to. I had to kick him in the balls to get him to stop." Do you think that stopped him or that he'll try it again?" I know he'll try it again. After I kicked him, he told me not to fight it, that he knew I wanted it and he was going to get me sooner or later. He said I have to sleep sometime. I scared, Burt, real scared." Dreamer said the punishment for rape was death. I don't know if this would be looked at as rape since it wasn't full on. .” she began, then got it. “Oh...OH!” she laughed. I drove out to Eagle Cove, which had a secluded campsite where we would be able to see anyone coming for quite a ways off, and we played the radio while drinking a few beers. Nikki cuddled up to me and I wrapped my arm around her, smelling her Taboo perfume (it still gives me a boner!) and nuzzling her red hair. I nibbled her ear and was rewarded by her sighs as she wrapped her arm around me and pulled me closer, than we kissed. Our tongues.