My biggest problem was the groping” —nods all around— “I got poked and prodded all week and my body was sore and bruised from all the abuse. K...ids would jam their fingers into my snatch and even my butt without asking. I don’t know where they had their fingers before, I was so lucky not to get an infection. I even got pushed down once and was almost raped, but someone pulled him off. No one would say who it was, though.”Bill spoke. “Yeah, guys got hit on too. I was a freshman. I was in the. Matty let her stay kneeling for half a minute and then ordered Cindy back to her feet. Once again Matty instructed Cindy to put her hands behind her back and open her legs. Cindy looked pleadingly at her father, whose eyes, as were Mel’s, were glued to Cindy’s pussy. Receiving no reprieve from her father, Cindy reluctantly did as she was told and stood trembling with her hands behind her and her legs spread apart, though no further than she felt she had to.The distance apart had little effect. He starts to fall forward, and finally head downward toward the sea with the knife held in front to part the waters, he hopes. He hits the water hard as it’s like hitting cement at this speed. Reluctantly the water parts before the blade while he screams in agony as his arm breaks on impact. He falls into a sea of black nothing when the pain smashes him into a coma before he gets wet. They go deep, very deep. The air in his lungs leaks out. Slowly they come to a stop, and slowly start to rise,. He was the star of the game.”I was practically speechless, but managed to mutter, “Candy. I want some Candy.”At first she frowned, but then she smiled and said, “If anybody tells Fred, I’ll cut off your nuts.”Fred was her long-time boyfriend, now a junior in college, at a campus a couple hundred miles away. He was a star wrestler in high school. Heavyweight. I saw his pictures on the sports wall at our school. He didn’t look like he was packing much in those tight whatever you call those.