. You see, your parents asked me to talk to you. I'll save my sermons for Sunday. Truth is, Mrs. Macklin is retiring, and I need someone to run the of...ice." Well, I don't have any experience. Why me?" Why not you. The work isn't rocket science. How about it?" I guess so." Great. Can you start tomorrow?" Well, sure!" Now, getting back to your parents concerns, I assume it has to do with the young man I saw you with at the grocery store." I guess. They don't like him." And why is that?" I asked,. Which was ok. She surrendered herself to the rhythm. The lights and the sound. The slight buzz from the alcohol. Someone was behind her. Dancing close. Too close. No, she realized she had been slowly backing toward them. Some bro-dude. He hadn’t even noticed her yet. When he did he happily turned. Cynthia pressed back against him. Grinding her rear against his crotch. Running her hands through her hair. He reached one arm around her waist. The other around her tits. Happily squeezing her. I grabbed my daughter and ran. When I ran, I met Coop, his dad, and the others who had run into the woods when they heard the screaming,” Donna said, her voice calm and steady.“I can see the bruises on you, Ma’am. Where did you live with him and what was his name?”“His name is ... or was, Ben Donovan. I live down in Rockwell Springs.”“What do you do down there?”“I’m a nurse at the hospital.”“We’ll need your name, address, and phone number before we leave. Let’s all go out there and see if we. I sat my beer on the counter and stepped closer to her. I could tell she was nervous but i proceeded to lift her head up by the chin and give her a kiss. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked her She just shook her head no. we began to kiss passionately. Our hands where all over each others bodies. I picked her up and sat her on top the kitchen counter. I reached up the black dress she was wearing and pulled her panties down off her legs. With my left hand behind her head grasping.