She asked me if I would run over to our room and bring back a bottle of wine that we had. So off I went. John said that they’d leave the door cracke...d open so that I didn’t have to knock when I came back. It took me about fifteen minutes as I used the restroom in addition to getting the wine. As I approached the room I could hear moaning and a small crowd of mixed gender right outside the room. The door didn’t stay cracked open as it was fully open and the crowd had taken a few steps into the. She was a strong woman, the only time I saw her cry was when my grandfather died, so I scrambled up. ‘Wiley, why didn’t you answer the phone? Never mind, come with me right now.’ ‘Gram what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Is something wrong with Dad?’ I assumed it was my dad. He worked in a factory with a lot of machinery and was always talking about someone getting careless and being injured. My Mom stayed at home, so he worked a lot of Saturdays for the overtime. It was worth it to him so Mom. Confused and frightened, Kristine had cried herself to sleep. Now his knowledgeable fingers were slowly pulling the sheet from her, his eyes on her breast as they were revealed in all their glory. Fearfully, Kristine cringed away from the heat in his eyes, the strength in his jaw. She knew that no amount of pleading or crying would stop this man, her captor. Kristine closed her eyes and turned her face from him, her face burning bright as she remembered the way he’d made her beg the night. She filled one of the bags with warn, soapy water then ask who was first. Beth said since this is Bobby’s day let him go first. I said find, just tell me what I need to do. Mom set on the clothes hamper and Beth set on the edge of the tub. Tammy laid two towels on the floor and instructed me on how to lie on one side and pull one leg to my chest. I did is as she told me and she put the lube on her fingers and coated about a foot up the tube. Then Beth moved over and got on her knees behind.