But I didn't. I couldn't; I couldn't warn anyone, I couldn't change history by that magnitude. Who would have believed me anyway? I hadn't even told m...y own family. I'd just have to suffer in silence. I cried myself to sleep that night.Two weeks later, I came down the stairs in my best dress, and low heeled shoes. I didn't want to overpower Todd. He stood in the living room, a corsage in hand, dressed in tan slacks, and a blue blazer. He looked really good. Mom helped him pin the flowers on my. "I go first," the man that greeted me said with a heavy Spanish accent. I turned to look at momma."What's goin' on?" You gotta ask?" I suddenly felt someone grab my wrist and tug me towards one of the buses. It was the man that said he was going first and he literally dragged me the 30 or so feet. Carlos had already left us and was talking to some the workers picking oranges. The second man followed behind us a few feet and momma followed behind him.On the bus I was stripped naked and pushed. That is until I saw Leslie across the yard. She was medium height, shoulder length chestnut brown hair, brown eyes with what appeared to be a generous c cup chest. She was wearing a black string bikini top and a tropical looking sarong with what I assumed was a matching bikini bottom underneath but I could not see it. She wore flip flops and had painted toe nails. She was average in body type. Not slim but not chubby either. A bit of a curve but she wore it nicely. I put her around my. We pulled up to my driveway and there were no cars in the driveway. I suddenly had a plan. It was going to happen. Lisa kind of figured it out to as we parked in the driveway. I invited her in, and before I even heard her answer. She was out of the car and at the front door of my house.We entered my house to an empty home. I turned to close the door and Lisa already had taken her t shirt off. She had on a simple beige bra, but her beautiful breasts were bursting out of her bra. I was.