We didn't know until a damn TV reporter rang our door with camera running to ask us how we felt.As soon as he'd heard my story, Professor King began a...cting like a father to me. I loved it. Dad, Chris' dad had been wonderful to me growing up, but I always knew, down deep, that he was Chris' dad and not mine.The week before that damn OU game, Professor King invited us to his house out by the lake. That's when he started talking about how his own daughter had chosen to stay with his "cheating. She knew what had happened. It also explained the beer in Alex's hand. "Well, since you are now dateless, I guess I will be your date for the evening!" Beth put her hand on her hip and posed, like she was offering herself to Alex.Alex froze in mid-swallow, looking over his bottle of beer in a puzzled state. Alex had never seriously thought of Beth as more than a friend, but as she stood there, smiling and posed, he really took inventory of what she had to offer.Usually, Beth wore regular jeans. Taking with violence is wrong."Maidens! Are you with the one you wish?"Men! Will you that I join you to this maiden?"Speak!" Yes ... yes ... yes..." They all answered."Then you are joined. Are there others who wish to be joined?"A man with grey hair and a bushy beard stepped forward. He was painted and had been boned years in the past. Two steps behind him can an enormous older woman, her breasts down to her waist. "I am Nambur, the tea tree. My wife, Eerin, died several years ago. This is. To no avail.He tsks as his fingers press up against my most sensitive spot. “So wrapped up.” He's referring to the panty hose, my panties and the pantyliner in them that separate him from my flesh. My swollen and weeping, achy flesh that responds to his harsh touch by swelling and aching and weeping even more. “Hmm. It will do... this time.”I barely keep myself from asking what he means by that. He pinches my nipple through my bra so roughly that it almost hurts, and suddenly pulls me backwards.