Helena again tried to break free, screaming at the top of her lungs, but in seconds, she was again still. She could only cry silently as he ran his fi...gers through her. She was so miserable that she couldn’t even describe it, physically ill with frustration, humiliation, anger, and helplessness. But what infuriated her more than anything was how good it felt, every stroke of his fingers feeling like the rays of the spring sun after a brutal winter. Her exhausted body was submitting to him, her. In her little pink bikini, she put all the other girls to shame. She was a hothouse flower in the middle of a field of ferns. I flirted with some of the other girls, but my gaze kept returning to her. Not for the first time, I wished to myself that I’d gotten to her first. I wished she were mine. As the day wore on, my brother kept throwing back beers. We were a lot alike, Mark and I, but one way in which we differed was that he had much more of a taste for booze than I did. By late afternoon. How would it begin? The ending she knew but the details swirled in her thoughts to the point of wetness. It began just as she had hoped with his lips full and soft taking her mouth, the arms she yearned for wrapping themselves about her body and his hands pressing into her flesh to feel every curve she possessed. There was no talk just the two of them holding on so tightly as if their bodies were melting into one. His lips... god his lips were magic! There were no other lips. Off they went.Ari was a good driver, and the car handled well. He did ask her to back down from her hundred-mile-an-hour pace on the highway, and she gulped having not realized how fast she was going. When they returned about a half hour later, Sally had finished making some lunch. Ari spent the rest of the day with a happy glow."Hey Ken," asked Gary quietly as they watched Jane, Sally and Annette play in the pool, "have you used the Dragons on Jane yet?" Not yet. I wanted to make it.