Fortunately, she had never once talkedabout dating some other guy. That would be too painful to have to listento. What he hoped for was a sign from h...er that she was physicallyattracted to him. It was a sign that never seemed to come.Everything about her he was crazy about. Her perfect figure, herwonderful taste in clothes. Just a peek at her bra strap was a rapturousexperience. How many times had he masturbated thinking of lifting up herblouse and getting to see her breasts filling out her. "I asked Cheryl, "Is that what you want to do?She said, "Yes that's what he wanted. He told me that once. I want to do what dad wanted done. It doesn't matter what that is."Lindsay had not been to the hospital, only because it was the way Cheryl wanted it. She had been to the apartment every night for a couple of hours. I didn't know, or care, what lie she told her husband to manage it. I was just glad that she was there for Cheryl. It seemed that somewhere along the line Cheryl and I had. Images, smells, and sounds came quickly; and there she was trapped against the same brick wall as always. Surrounded by men with the smell of alcohol rolling off of them in waves, one held a length of pipe, another some chain and others miscellaneous things meant for her death. Blood already ran down her arm and her eye was almost swelled shut. This is how I found her, in the back of an alley bloody and begging for her life and getting nothing but sneers in return. They began all at once, each. She chuckled and got up to take off her gown. To say the least I was shocked by the first sight. She was a fucking body-builder. Instead of breasts she had wide aerolaes and chest muscles. Looking down I saw that she had flat stomach, slim hips and muscular thighs. She turned around to show me her tight butt-cheeks. The only sexy thing about her was her unkempt pubic bush. I just stared at her. After watching her showing off her well toned body for a long while I still could not get my cock to.