And as for how Kathy might have to dress up, is that her carrying a parasol?"Mrs. Roberts had pointed toward the entrance to the mall. I turned to loo...k. Just to the right of the entrance stood a young woman wearing an elegant narrow-waisted white dress. The woman had brown hair that was gathered up under a small round hat and was carrying a cream colored parasol."The hair is the right color," I said. "It's a bit too far for me to be sure." Damn, she looks nice," Jason said.We walked over. As we. I wondered if Jen could get useable facial scans to compare against the student roster.Then I was hit with a brick. Girl number 318 was staring at me - the same girl, on the same bed, with the same corner bedpost, and with the same arm restraints as the girl in the pictures from the frat house. They even had a name and the date the rape supposedly took place. They called her Roxey Newhouse. I downloaded the DVD and all the pictures of her. I continued to look at every girl on the site. I found. SMACK, the first hit on my bare ass burned like fire. I moaned. He started hitting me with the belt harder and faster. Raising welts on my ass. I couldn't stop the tears of pain, yet my sweet pussy was getting wetter by the moment. He was saying things as he hit my ass each time."You will take my cock in your ass! You will let me fuck that tight ass till I cum. I own you now, you little slut."After 20 hard hits with the belt, I was crazed with pain and lust. I begged him to stop. I begged him. . felt SOMETHING when Mandy died.I remember we’d been joking in the Humvee before the explosion.I had been JOKING with my buddies ... while Mandy and my daughter were dying.“What about the funeral?” I finally asked after several minutes, knowing they couldn’t have waited 10 days.My father explained the funeral was two days after Mandy died, while I was being flown back to the U.S.I’d like to say I had no more episodes of screaming and crying out for Mandy.I’d like to say that ... but I can’t.It.