Seems like we don’t see much of each other since summer school got out.”“Act responsibly,” Mom said. Then she and Pey drove off. I called Rach...el.“Hey, sweetums,” she said when she answered the phone. “What’s up?”“Um ... well, I’m home alone for the day. Didn’t know if you had anything going on or not. Want to get together?”“Really? What a coincidence. Dad and Richard are on a father-son camping adventure this weekend with the Scouts. I’m home all alone, too. Want to come over? We could get. "I'm not afraid of you, Brian. That's something I've never said to a boy before. It's something I've never felt." I held her in my arms and, in spite of the fact that her bottom was every bit as sexy against my cock as her sister's, my erection started to fade. I petted her hair and held her almost like I imagined holding my baby soon. She kissed my cheek. I glanced over at her sisters and they were sitting on the couch making out. This was the first time it was only the four of us together and. I had to get up. He was coming. I had to get up and run but I was toosore. I couldn?t breathe. He was going to catch me anyway. There was noescape.Then I went rigid. I stopped whimpering. I stopped trying to inhale.The man was close. He was very close. I could hear him. I was lyingmostly stretched out, my left cheek on the tile, facing right, tangledhair down over my nose and mouth. Somewhere below my feet and behind me,I could hear him moving, slowly now, coming nearer.Closer he came to me.. " I...no...English."Jeannine repeated it in Italian; after all, her companion was wearing a tee-shirt emblazoned "Italia". A shake of the head. In French. Another shake. I tried German. "Sie sind deutsch?" Ja, Ja." Sein Pareo ist sehr elegant."Jeannine butted in. "Sehr chic, sehr modisch. Ich bin Jeannine, und mein Mann ist Debbie genamt." Very chic, very stylish. I'm Jeannine and my husband is called Debbie. "Danke schin." She swished her pareo around her calves. "Ich bin Helga, und meine.