Tsukawa's voice, trembling with panic and terror, begging them to stop, to...to take her instead, but her desperate plea was cut short by a series of ...loud slaps and then, her words drowned in the sea of screams as she and the girls were stripped not only of their clothing but their very dignity. Sheryl frantically shook her head, trying to tear herself free from the men holding her, but they were stronger. She wasn't particularly weak by any standards – as a PE teacher, she tried her best to. I hadn’t seen Meg hardly at all since she was a tiny, skinny gamine of about 14, all legs and angles and flyaway red curls. I hadn’t even thought about her that much. But now that I was back in Florida and essentially without family, I found myself looking forward to finding out who my little sister really was. So far, the 24-year generation gap hadn’t seemed like too big an obstacle.I decided to try meditation to help me get to sleep, like I’d learned in Okinawa. As I brought my attention to. ... Something bigger... In a mindless trance of sexual desperation, I hopped out of bed and turned on a light. I searched around my room for something a little more substantial than my girly little fingers. I didn't even know what I hoped to find, I just knew I was hungry for it. Then I remembered the mysterious secret box... I quietly got down on all fours and peaked under my bed. The box was pretty far back and I had to stretch as far as I could to reach it, but once I had my hands on it I. Once again he heard the click of the latch as she locked the door.Robert was a little confused by her reaction. From immediate excitement to sudden introspection seemed like an unusual switch for her to make. He was still thinking about this, and the questions he had been bothered by since speaking to her father early that afternoon, when she returned from the bathroom in her pajamas. Robert wordlessly exchanged places with her when he entered the bathroom to change for bed.He didn't expect her.