"Sensing I wasn't just going to let it drop, Jackie tried to stave off conversation by quickly answering the most common questions."It's called a tria...ngle, I got it last summer, and am very happy with my choice." Has it made any difference?"Sighing in frustration, Jackie tried to squirm against my hand for more stimulation but when I failed to do more than tease she finally answered."At first it was rather overwhelming, just walking would get me wet. After a few months I got used to having it,. His father was coming in as Ed and I entered. Ed's dad told me that they were going into my room and that I had better be 'friendly' or they would hurt you." She was looking at my mom. "I screamed. They hit you and you sagged down. I-I said I would go if they would untie the gag. They told me that I would go anyway but untied the gag. Momma Mathews, I'm so sorry they hit you." She sobbed a moment. "They took me into my room and made me strip and then raped me; Ed's father, then Ed, and then his. Finally, she asked if we wanted to see it. We all looked at each other grinning and agreed, kind of sheepishly, that we wanted to, but would we get in trouble. Our friend said she would ask her dad, and she left the room, she was gone maybe five minutes but it seemed like it was a lot longer; the anticipation and excitement were building.She came back with a great big grin and said he would do it, but it was a secret, we couldn't tell our parents (to this day, I never told dad). We all nodded. "Kelly, I'm sorry about that and it's too late to change that now. What we can't do is deny what we feel for each other. I know you still love me. Just this once can't we forget about not being married to one another and just let this happen?" Dad pleaded.He pulled her hands down from her flushed face just when her lips was forming a stern "no". He gently silenced the no with a deep kiss full on her lips. Stunned, my mother tried to pull back away from him as his left hand dropped to grasp her.