The hands on her breasts were no longer those of Chris’ but instead those of the two boys holding down her hands. As she looked over at Michael, she realized he was still moping. “Certainly, Chris,” the boy replied. “Quiet, you,” Chris leered at the boy, “These goods need to look undamaged when we’re finished.”
After removing her cardigan, Cathie watched haplessly through more and more tears as Chris removed her shirt. “You guys are all a bunch of perv—”
*Whack!*
The ringleader smacked her in the face. Her leg jerked suddenly as she felt Chris run his fingers over her nipples, circling each one with his index finger. Cathie closed her eyes, hoping this was all a bad dream. The ringleader covered her mouth. It took four weeks until Cathie decided to tell him that she loved him. It felt different. Cathie closed her eyes, expecting the worse. Cathie in a light blue cardigan, white shirt, navy blue skirt, white socks with frills and black slippers. Behind the shedding of dozens of tears, Cathie could not see. The ringleader covered her mouth. And what are these boys doing?
