She had a round face and a small, cute nose. The rest of herfigure was slender and dainty. Her breasts and butt were on the smallside, like those of a... young girl still developing, but gave her adefinitely feminine look. She was short, probably shorter than Chelsea.She looked like she couldn't be older than fifteen, and everything abouther just screamed "cute".And she looked exactly the way Matt had pictured his character in thatnight's game.That reminded him that most of the time a Twist was. Long and obviously fake."Don?t you like them Ruthy? I had Marlene come by this morning and she did them for you just like you used to have them done," he said smiling. "I told her to leave off your eyebrows and piercing your ears until you were feeling better. I hope that's OK? When your hair?s grown out some more she?ll take care of you like she did before." Yes Ralph," was all I could say as I suddenly started to drift off to sleep again. I was still really tired and wondered what else would. If they had planned her seduction and rape so carefully, it made sense they would have arranged alibis of some sort as well. Besides, all their parents had money and could afford the best lawyers. Her parents were blue collar with no social standing. Ultimately it would come down to her word against theirs -- the shrinking violet, blue collar girl against the wealthy, most popular boys in school. And they would argue why rape plain Sharee when, as popular, handsome football players, they could. I fell on my stomach when she mounted me from behind and felt her hairy mound rubbing against my asscheeks. I heard a muffled cry from the women. I got up and pushed Angie off me with my back. The rest of it remains a bit of a blurr. I heard the women shouting and then laughing. Angie and I tangled on the floor. I remember having her breast in my mouth and feeling her hand cover my bush. Our lips met for a second and I drove my tongue in her mouth. Then I found myself on my back with Angie.