I listened to the click-clack of her high heels as I pondered mysituation and sat down on the bed. I was lost in my own reverie for afew minutes and ...hen I heard the doorbell ring. I froze in shock andalarm as I realised who it must be. Then I heard my mom's voice and thedeep baritone of Uncle Wally. I heard the approach of mom's heels andthe heavy footfalls of Uncle Wally approaching my bedroom. . Mom andWally entered my room and I stood up.Wally is a big hairy man in his fifties; well. Dressed with one towel tied about his breasts and the other around his wet hair, George satcrossed legged before a make up mirror. He watched carefully as his mother helped him put on hismake up. He knew full well that he?d be doing it himself from now on. ?Let me check your hair.? His mom said as she smiled and started to set it. George looked overto see the frame phone of his winner soccer game was replaced with a picture of an eight sixyear old with pig tails and a ballet tutu. ?Let me fix. She often still wore her hair in a single bushy pigtail, as she did today, but her facial features were classic, cheek bones high, accentuating her large brown eyes, and sensuous pouty lips. The other difference was her figure. Even at fifteen her breasts and hips were predominant. Matched with her small waist and already gorgeous legs her body was exceptional for one so young. A shy and retiring but pleasant girl, Trixie had yet to begin dating. She had been asked, but her parents felt the. He made sure he got some date rape drug into her drink. About twenty minutes after she had finished her drink, she started to feel flush and sleepy."Looks like she had a little too much to drink. I will take her home, I know where she lives," Jimmy told the group. He knew which car is her's, from the last time they were in the bar. He watched her as she left the bar and noted which car she got into."Bait has been taken and they got into her car with him driving. His buddy is in his car.