." Gemma began to walk back towards the bed, smiling at me seductively and then an expression of shock came over her face, "Ooh...'ang on..." she turn...ed back towards Redhead and took a few steps until she stood in front of her. Gemma reached down and gently pulled her cunt lips apart, grunted and a jet of piss began to blast Redhead's face. Gemma, standing on tiptoes grunted as the stream of piss ebbed to a mere trickle and she sighed as she began to walk back towards me. Redhead sobbed, unable. George replied that it took time to get the catalog printed and shipped and everything, and he needed to get it out in time for Spring Break. Then he introduced us to the photographer, makeup artist, and the other four models present at the shoot. They had a tent set up for changing, with a space heater hooked up to a portable generator, and it was nice and toasty in there. He handed out swimsuits, then left to let us change. Steph and I glanced at each other. There was very little fabric. "Monica, this was assault. We're required to have the nurse examine you."She gestured to me."Lisa, I want you in the nurse's office in five minutes, no more, no less."I looked at Coach Burns."Thank you, Coach."Monica and I had tipped off the coaches that something might be happening with Jack. It wasn't an accident that we chose the entry to the gym where there were video cameras, put there in the years following Columbine. Most kids hadn't noticed the cameras, and those who did notice, like. The last conscious moment I remember was seeing a good ten-yard ahead of us a red light switching to a green light below it. There were no other cars a head of us. As we go under the green light, I look out my passenger window to see these humongous headlights barreling toward our automobile.It all goes black and I remember going toward a bright light but I know I was not walking toward that bright light. I was just going toward the light and it was my conscious choice to go toward the light. I.