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Subject: {ASSM} Diana's Sweet Sorrow (Mf - rape)
Date: Thu,  6 Dec 2001 05:10:02 -0500
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***

The following is a fictional story involving rape.
The author in no way advocates rape.  If you are
considering rape, I strongly urge you to talk to a
mental health counselor.  Remember rape is a serious crime and
likely would result in you becoming the prison girlfriend of
someone name Bruno until he trades you for a pack of
cigarettes to a big guy name Lester.  His first name is Mo.

*****

Diana's Sweet Sorrow (Mf - rape)

My name is Diana, Diana Pereta.  I was born fourteen years ago to
Paul and Jen Pereta.  I have two younger sisters and a younger
brother.  The person who is most like a sister to me is Korinne Smith.
She is my very best friend.  She was born fifteen years ago to Ted
and Pamela Smith.  She is the oldest just like me and has two brothers
and a sister.  I've know Korinne all my life.  My dad Paul is brother
to my Aunt Pamela, Korinne's mom, so we are cousins.  Korinne's family
and my family have done things together forever.  We're together
at all the birthday parties and holiday parties.  So a few days
before Christmas, we were together in a mountain cabin rental just
like we do every year.

I love Korinne.  I can talk to her about anything.  Which boys do we
have a crush on.  Which boys do we think likes us.  Why is that
hottie Justin Timberlake wastes his time on a skank like Britney.
She'll dump him as soon as NSync is old news.  Korinne is like a
sister to me.  A true friend.

I'm 5 foot 3 inches tall and Korinne is only 5 foot even, so even
though I'm a year younger I'm already a lot taller than her.  I have
light brown hair.  Not light enough to be called blonde, but I
wouldn't call myself a brunette.  Korinne was a brunette.  When you
thought brunette you thought Korinne's hair color.  My hair went
half way down my back.  It was pretty straight, but I had the
hairdresser put a little wave in it, so I thought it looked pretty
good.  Korinne kept her hair cut shoulder length.  She liked to
have clips in her hair.  I was also skinnier than Korinne.  Now,
don't think Korinne was fat, she wasn't.  I'm just thinner than
a lot of girls.  You can see it in my Mom.  My Mom is old.  She's
37, I think.  Yet, she's still very skinny.

Also, don't think I hang around Korinne just because I'm prettier
than her.  Korinne is pretty and the boys like her.  Just when we
are together, I can tell the boys are more interested in me.  The
one area Korinne is better than me, now that we are becoming women,
is in our tits.  Korinne is almost a B-cup already.  I'm still
pretty flat.  My mom is just barely a B-cup, but my Aunt Pamela,
Korinne's mom, is definitely a C-cup.

We loved to get out from all the other kids and our parents, so
we can talk in private.  That's where we were at the moment.  It
was a little chilly this late afternoon, so we wore light jackets.

"I think Michael likes you."

"He does not," I replied.

"He does too," argued Korinne.

"He's a senior," I explained.  "I'm not even in high school yet."

"He asked me about you at school after he saw us at the mall."

"Did not!"

"He did!"

"Really?"

Before Korinne responded, we both heard something and turned our heads
in that direction.  We were quiet and listened.

"Diana,"  I thought I heard.  It wasn't very loud.

"Did someone say your name?" Korinne said.

"I'm not sure," I truthfully answered.

"Diana," the sound came again.  It *was* Diana, my name.

"Let's go," said Korinne, "It's coming from that way."

"It's probably another Diana," I said.  That was very reasonable,
since our cabin was the other way.

We followed the familiar path.  Over the years, we found every little
pathway and spot in the area.  There were fifty rental cabins here
and they didn't put them too close together to assure privacy and we
snaked between them.

"The old barn's this way," said Korinne.

We'd gone horseback riding many times up here.  We'd go to the barn
and they'd charge our parents bill for the riding time.  Three years
ago, they built another barn on the other side of camp.  They hadn't
torn down this one yet.

"Diana," the voice came again.  We were getting closer to it.

We walked on.  We were moving away from the cabins.  The barn was
still a little away.  People probably didn't want to smell the horses
unless they were on them.  There was the barn in front of us now.

"Diana," came the voice louder.  It was from inside the old barn.

We stopped at the door.  Korinne creaked the door open.

"Hello?" she said.

Silence.

"Say something," Korinne told me.

"Hello?" I said.

Silence.

"I wonder if anything is still in here?" said Korinne.

We'd been in the old barn two years ago and there were some old bridles
and lots of dry hay.  It was sort of fun playing around.  We were older
now and those games weren't as fun anymore.

"I dunno.  Do you want to see?" I said.

"Okay," Korinne said.

We stepped into the barn.  It was kind of semi-dark, with lots of
shadows.

"Hey, look," said Korinne.  She pointed.  "That sign says "Dusty".
That was a great horse.  Remember him?"

"Yeah," I said.  Dusty died three years ago.

Korinne walked toward it and I was by her side.

After just a couple of steps, a voice spoke behind us.

"Don't turn around," it growled.  A man's voice.

I felt something sharp pressing against the back of my neck.  We
stopped motionless in our tracks.  I wanted to looked at Korinne, but
I was scared to turn my head.

"Stand right there and don't turn around," he said.

I just shivered.  I imagined Korinne was the same.

"Tall girl," he said "Take one step forward."

I guess that was me.

"Do it," he growled.  I guess I was too slow.

I took the step forward.   I could tell he disguised his voice.

I heard rustling and then I heard Korinne whimper.  I couldn't help
but turn my head.

"Ow," I cried, as I felt my neck get jabbed by something sharp.

"I said don't turn around," he growled angrily.

I immediately looked forward again.  From the glimpse I saw, the man
tying a blindfold around Korinne's eyes.  He was dressed all in
black.  He had a ski mask over his head.

"Raise your arms up, short girl," he growled.

"Please...don't," Korinne said and then I heard her cry out in pain.

"Shut up," he growled.  He must have poked her in the neck.  It took
all my resolve not to turn again when my best friend was in pain.

I heard a metal click.  What was that?

"Give me other wrist," he said "Or do I have to stick you again?"

I heard a second click.  Handcuffs?

I heard some movement and then a cloth appeared in front of my eyes
and then I couldn't see.  He was blindfolding me.  He cinched it
tight against the back of my head.  There was no chance of it
slipping off.  I was in the dark.

"Hands up, tall girl."

I raised them up.  He grabbed my left risk tightly.  That hurt.  I
felt and heard the cuff lock around my wrist.  He roughly pulled my
other wrist and with a click, my arms were together.  I lowered my
arms in front of me.

I stood quiet and motionless.  I could hear him walking around.
There was the sound of heavy breathing.  It was me and it was Korinne.

"Let's take a little walk to the back."

He pulled my arms and I stumbled behind him.  I could hear Korinne
stumble right along with me.

"Here we are," he said.

I heard some sounds.  He was doing something with Korinne.

"Please, please don't hurt me," she said.

I don't know why, but I didn't beg.  I just knew it wouldn't do
any good.

I heard another couple of metallic clicks.  There was some
commotion and rustling.

"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh," repeated Korinne's voice in fear.

I heard a long unzipping sound.

"Stop squirming," he said.

"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh," Korinne said.

"Stop moving.

"Uhhh, uhhh."

"There," he said.  "I got it."  Got what? I wondered.

And now he was back to me.  He pushed his hands on top of my head
and I understood he wanted my to get down.  I sat on the ground and
then he pulled my arms up and force me to lay on my back.  There
were two more metallic clicks and then he was away from me.  I lightly
pulled on my arms.  I was attached to the wall.

He began to hum.  I think it was the "stripper" song.  I heard things
periodically drop to the ground until he stopped humming.

There was surprise pressure on my legs.  Then I realized he was
sitting on me.  I heard that long unzipping sound again.  He unzipped
my jacket.  I felt his hands pull at my shirt.

Then I felt his touch on my skin.  His hands touched my waist.  He
pulled me forward a little and I felt his hands on my back.  They
stopped at my bra.

"No!" I protested as I felt him try to unclasp it.  I tried to
squirm, but he was too strong.  I felt my bra become looser and he
had opened it.

"There," he said, "That's better."

He still held me and my shirt was moved up in the back until it was at
my armpits.  He laid me down and started to easily pull up the front
of my shirt.  I could feel it come off my bra.  Then his awful fingers
touched my tits as he lifted the cups up and pulled them up my body.
My shirt and bra were bunched up under my shoulders.  My tits were
exposed to the air and to this man's eyes.

It was quiet for a while.  A long while.  I was silent and listened.
The time seemed like hours but it might have only been minutes.  It
felt like forever.  Should I call out to Korinne?  Had he taken her
somewhere?

"How you doin', sweetie?" his voice whispered in my ear.  I nearly
jumped out of my skin.  I began to shake.

It was quiet for a few moments and then I could feel his breath on
my tits.  He was deliberately expelling his air on my tits.

And then his mouth was on my left tit.  He pulled it up by sucking my
tit into his mouth.  At the same time his hand was on my right tit.
He squeezed it and then started to roll my nipple between his fingers
and he would pull on it too.  He made my nipples get erect.  His
tongue flicked at my nipple and pushed it around on my tit.  It was
getting very wet.  Then he switched.  His mouth went to my other tit
and nipple, his hand groped my tit.  I could really feel how wet he
made my tit under his hand.  It was awful.  It went on and on.  I
turned my head away, so I wouldn't see.  Yes, I was blindfolded, but
it was my response.

Finally, he got off of me, but my relief was very short-lived.  He
started to unbutton my jeans.  I knew what was going to happen, what
he planned.  The reality of him opening my jeans brought it to full
reality in my mind.  Any hopes went away.  I started to cry quietly.

I felt and heard my zipper go down and then he started to pull on
them.

"Fucking tight teenage jeans," he growled.  To himself I guess.

He pulled forcefully and I felt my arms pulled against the wall
attachment.  He worked the jeans over my hips and slid them down.

"That's better," he said.

As he worked them down, he paused at the ankles.

"Forgot the shoes," he mumbled.

I felt my shoes get loose as he untied my right one and then he
pushed back the heel to get the back of my foot out of it and
slipped it off.  He repeated with the other shoe and then slipped
off my ankle-high socks.  I shivered.  It wasn't because I was cold
in an old barn while being almost completely naked.

"Sweet," he said.

What was that about?  Oh, dear.  I had bought some sexier panties a
month ago.  Only Korinne and myself had seen them.  They were lacy
and interspersed with peekaboo sheer.  I was fourteen after all.  I
have tits, a period, and some curves.  I wanted to feel sexy.

I felt his hands push under my butt and he worked my panties down in
the back.  His hand went to my hips and I felt my panties roll as he
pulled on them.  He reached behind me again to pull down some
material.  I realized I was sweating in fear.  My panties stuck
briefly to my pussy as he pulled them down and finally off my legs.

I heard him stand up and walk forward.  It sounded like he sat down
by my head or something.  I couldn't tell.

My mind went to my best friend.  Korinne must be in fear, I thought.
She knew she would be next.

I felt something in my hand.

"Grip it," he growled.  I tried to memorize his voice, but he
never broke out of character.

I closed my hand.  My cuff chain links clacked.  It was his finger.
He moved his finger up and down in my hand.  I think it was his index
finger.

"Release," he said.  I did.

"Grip."  It was his other index finger.  He slid his finger back and
forth in my hand.

"Release."  I obeyed again.

Something bigger and warmer was in the palm of my hand.

"Grip."

It was much fatter and longer than his fingers.

Oh, no! I cried in my head.  It was his cock! I realized.

He started to move it haltingly back and forth in my closed hand.  I
knew a boy's cock got bigger when he had a hard-on, but I had no idea
it got this big!  I'd never seen a hard-on, but only diagrams in sex
ed class at school.  This was so big!  I had trouble enough putting a
tampon inside me.  How could this go in me?  It couldn't, could it?

"Release," he said interrupting my mental despair.  He pulled away
his cock and stood up.

I rubbed my fingers on the palm of my hand.  There was a strange,
stickiness on my hand.

"Spread open your legs," he growled in a commanding tone.

My mind went crazy.

"Mister," I said quietly.

No response.

"Mister," I said a little louder.

"Yeah, sweetie," he growled.

"Please don't," I begged.  I was out of options and I knew my rape
was imminent.  The only thing left to do was grovel.  Begging seemed
okay now.  "Please don't."

"Open your legs," he reiterated.

"No, no, no," I whined.  Each "no" was in a higher pitch.

It was very quiet for a few moments.  He sounded like he went away
from me.

"Sweetieeeeeee?" I heard him say a few feet away from me.

I was going to respond, but decided not to give him the satisfaction.
I was going to be tough now.

"Open your legs wide."

"No," I practically spat.  I shook my head emphatically.

"Then listen," he said.  What did he mean?

I listened however.  There was no sound.  Then I thought I heard
a grunt.  Then a scream startled me.  Korinne yelled and cried in
pain.

There was silence again except for Korinne's crying.

"You got nice tits, little one," he said in his constant fake growl
voice.

"Sweetie," he said, "Open your legs as wide as you can."

Korinne screamed again.  My head swam.  Was he mauling Korinne's tits?
It didn't matter.  He was doing something to hurt my best friend.  I
was in indecision.  I knew what was next once I opened my legs, but
Korinne was in a lot of pain.

I opened my legs.  Maybe he couldn't fit it inside me, I hoped.

Korinne stopped screaming, but she sobbed loudly.

"Very good," the man said.

I heard him move toward me.  I wanted to cry, but I couldn't seem to
do it.  A sound was made between my legs and then I felt his hand on
my inside thigh.

"Sweet," he said.  I hated that word now.

I braced myself for his touch and then felt his hands touch my pussy,
but I jumped when his finger pressed my clit.

"Very nice," he said.

I know I would have been flattered when the first boy that I gave
myself to had said it, but not this man, this rapist.

My pussy was opened by fingers and the I felt a finger insert into me.
I grunted in forced exhalation as it went in.  I felt his finger stop
inside me and push against something.  It was uncomfortable.  He
pushed a couple of times.  I knew what it was, but I couldn't think
of its name right now.  I couldn't think clearly.  I knew it was a
barrier girls have inside them.  Heimlich?  I felt frustrated that I
couldn't remember and his probing finger was uncomfortable.  He pushed
against it again.

"Extra sweet," he said.

He pushed against all sides of inside my pussy.  It felt like he
touched everywhere.  He'd push as if he was trying to stretch me.

"Nice," he said when his finger finally came out.

I sighed in relief.  The uncomfortable feeling was gone.

He didn't touch me for a while and my mind wandered to Korinne again.
I wondered what she thought.  How much could she know just listening?
Would she open her legs when....

My thoughts went to sudden panic!  He was on top of me!

"Sweetie," he said.  He kissed my lips.  I didn't respond.

"Don't want to kiss, huh?  That's okay.  Neither do I."

He slid up my body.  I had to turn my head or get my nose squished.
His chin poked against the top of my head and his chest pressed down
on my tits.

And then I felt him, I mean IT.  His cock smacked against my thigh
and then was on top of my pussy.  He adjusted his body and I felt
his cock bob and poke at my genitals.

He pushed and I grunted.

"Wrong hole," he said.

He raised up a little and I felt his cock slide across my pussy and
my clit.  He tried again and it did the same thing.

He was having trouble getting it in! I laughed to myself in
happiness.  Then I felt it.  His cock was suddenly between my pussy
lips and I felt a strong pressure down there.  He was trying to
force himself into me.  I prayed that I would be too small.  There
was no way my pussy could take something so big.

"Ow!" I cried.  I feared I was wrong.  I felt his cock push a little
inward and I felt my pussy stretch like it never had before.  It
hurt!

"Ahhhhhh," I screamed.  It was going in!  It hurt.  It hurt so bad.

"Yes, yes, yes," he repeated in enthusiasm and in obvious enjoyment
as he entered me.  "So good.  So damn good and tight."

Air was forced out of me again as I felt his cock inside me push
against my barrier...my hymen.  That was the word!  Oh, I suddenly
thought in fear.  That gets torn the first time a girl has sex.

I felt his cock start to withdraw.  My stretched pussy started to
return to normal size.  Then he pushed back in again and bumped my
hymen again.  He slid his cock back and forth inside me.  He'd
slowly draw back and then push inward.  He pushed inward a little
faster each time.  I couldn't believe he could slide that large cock
inside me so easily now.

He suddenly stopped.  His cock was just inside me.  He gripped my
shoulders.  His hands on top of them.  His cock began to move in me
again and press against my hymen.  His hands tightly gripped my
shoulders and then he pulled his cock back.

Then it was as if he punched his cock into me.

"ANNNNNNHHH!" I screamed.  I felt my hymen tear inside me.  It was
a sharp terrible pain.  He pulled back and punched back in several
times until I think he was satisfied that he had eradicated my hymen.

I wanted him to stop and let the pain subside, but he kept pushing
inside me, opening my pussy up wide.  His cock kept going and going
inside me.  How big was it?  Was it a big cock?  It was big enough.
It felt big and warm inside me and it made me hurt like nothing I'd
felt before. Finally he stopped deep inside me.

"Ahhhh," he exhaled.  "Sweet."

I was no longer a virgin.  I lost my virginity to a rapist.  I cried
in a mix of mental sadness and anguish and physical pain.  There was
nothing I could do to ignore him.  Inside me.  Inside my very own body
was part of someone else's body.  There was no way to ignore it.  It
was large and warm.  It stretched me and I could feel it everywhere
inside my pussy.  Sometimes it would twitch and further remind me of
its presence.

His cock started to pull back.  Was it over? I hoped.  He was almost
out of me but then he pushed his way back in again.  He started to
repeat this motion.  His cock rubbed the insides of my wall.  This
misery went on and on.  When would he get tired of this?  He moved
a little faster inside me now.  It just added to the pain of my sore
pussy.  Once he popped all the way out, but he slid back with little
effort.

He gripped my shoulders tightly again and began to grunt.

"Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, sweetie," he said.  His cock was moving faster
inside me.

"Yes!" he suddenly growled so loudly it startled me and then I felt
something inside me.  Something warm touched me even deeper inside
and then I felt his cock spasm and I felt a liquid inside me.  His
cock continued to spasm and I felt more liquid.

I actually felt his cock shrink inside me.  My muscles involuntarily
squeezed and I was free of the invader at last.  I felt liquids drip
out of my pussy.  The liquid surprisingly felt a little soothing for
my sore insides.

"Yeah, that was good," he said, as he got off me.  "Sweet pussy."

I now heard him near my head.

"Turn your head this way," he said.

Pliantly, I obeyed.  If he could see my eyes, he'd see tear stains.
Tears that couldn't escape my eyes and so the salt burned.  I
blinked and blinked.

"Open your mouth," he said.  Now what? I thought disheartened.  I
felt a little guilty wishing he'd go over and rape Korinne now, so
he'd leave me alone.

I felt something warm and sticky on my tongue.

"Augh," I cried.  It was his cock!  I turned my head away.

"Turn back or you'll be the reason I tear off your friend's tits."

Reluctantly, I turned back.

I felt his cock in my mouth again.  He seemed to lean in and push more
of it in.

"Lick it," he said, "and suck on it."

It tasted horrible.  I hated the stickiness.  The taste was too salty.
And the smell!  My tongue touched it and to survive I mentally created
a game.  I discovered I could make the cock clean, so it wouldn't
taste so bad.  I swallowed often.

His cock changed as I licked it.  It wasn't as soft as it was at
first.  It started to harden.

"Suck on it like a popsicle," he said.  I had forgotten to suck.  He
had said that before, I realized.

I closed my mouth over it and began to go up and down on it.  To my
surprise it got even harder.

"That's the way," he said.

Well if he said that was the way, that was the way I would continue.
At least this wasn't painful.  My pussy still ached.

"Okay," he said, "lick on it real good with your tongue.  Get it all
wet and juicy."

I obeyed.  I felt I had no other options.  The tip of his cock was
sticky again.  I'd wash the stickiness away with my tongue, but it
kept coming back.  The stickiness started to come back faster.

"Yeah," he sighed.  "Sweet."

I continued to do as asked.

"Stop," he finally said.  I stopped in mid-lick.  My tongue was
pressed against his cock.

He pulled away from my mouth.  I felt his hands on my tummy and he
began to roll me over.  The chain to the wall obviously allowed me
some movement.  He put a hand under my tummy and started to lift.

"Up on your knees," he said.  I scooted my legs up.  I was afraid
again.  My pussy still ached painfully.

In this position my hand were in front of me, my head was down
sideways with my cheek against the floor.  My small tits swung free
and my butt was raised up.

I didn't know where he was until I felt him behind me and he pulled
my legs apart.  I felt his cock throb against my pussy.  More tears
came out and stung my eyes.  I couldn't believe I actually made his
cock hard, so he could rape me again.  I quivered.

I shook when his finger trailed through my ass crack.  He touched my
hole which caused me to involuntarily flex it.

"Sweet," he said.

I felt the end of his cock press against my hole and it flexed again.

And suddenly!  There was pressure on my hole.  He was trying to push
his cock into my asshole!  I couldn't believe it!

His hands were on my waist and painfully holding me tight.  He kept
pressing.  What was he doing?  I felt his finger touch my hole again.
I involuntarily flexed.  He touch it again with the same results.  I
felt his cock start to push in!  I felt my hole start to stretch open.
It started to ache.  There was no way, was there?  I had thought that
with my pussy.  Could it go in?

"Ahhhh," I cried.  It felt like he was tearing me.  He kept pushing
in.  I felt it slip in a little deeper.

"Annnnnhhh," I screamed in unadulterated pain.  This hurt so much
more than when he raped my pussy.

"No, no, no, please stop!" I pleaded.  The only response I got was
his continued pressure as it slowly slipped into me.

It now felt like my asshole had just swallowed and I realized his
cock head was inside.  It was easier for him to push inside me now.

"No!" I screamed.  The pain was too much.  I almost collapsed down
to the ground, but he held me tightly and kept me up.  I felt him
slide deeper into me and when he stopped I knew he was all the way
in.

My ass felt like it was on fire.  A hot poker burned inside it and
when the cock moved it stirred up the flames.  My mind was awash in
anguish.  The pain was intense.

And just moments after he was deep inside me, he began to move his
cock back and forth inside me.

"So sweet," he said, "You're gonna make me come fast."

I screamed until I couldn't scream any more.  His cock was moving
fast and hard in my ass.  He groaned and grunted.

"So good," he said.

The world went truly black.

*****

I heard a ringing sound.  I stirred.  I was face down on my tummy.
I moved my hands and suddenly realized my hands were locked up.
Where was I?  I couldn't think straight.

Someone turned the clock off and my body tensed.  I didn't want him
to touch me again.  I heard a metallic sound and some clicks.  I
heard someone moving around.

A hand touched my face.

"No!" I screamed, "Please no!"

"Diana," the female voice said, "It's me."

Korinne!

"Wake up," she said, "Wake up."

"Korinne," I whispered.

"Oh, let me get these handcuffs off you."

I felt her hands on my wrist and after a couple of clicks it fell
free.  She then freed my other wrist.  I brought my hands to my side.
They were stiff from being held in one position.

I tried to sit up, but groaned and collapsed back down on my side.

"Let me help get this blindfold off."  I felt her hands behind my head
and the material fell away from my eyes.  I had to close my eyes.  The
light seemed bright.  I had to gradually open them.

"Are you okay?" I asked Korinne.  My mind slowly cleared.

"Yeah.  You"

I suddenly felt panicked.  I looked around.

"Where is he?" I said frightened.

"Gone," Korinne said.

"How'd you get free?"

"He put that clock down..." she pointed at it "...and said don't get
up until it gets off.  He unlocked one of my wrists and left a key."

"He's gone then."

"Yeah."

I moved my legs and felt pain in my lower area.  Something felt
strange about my asshole.  I reached my hand back and tentatively
touched it.  Liquid was coming out of it.  The same sticky liquid
I felt before.  He'd come in my ass.  I didn't remember that.  I must
have blacked out.

I looked up at Korinne who stood.  She reached behind her back and
refastened her bra.  She then started to straighten her shirt.

"Did he..." I paused "You?"

"He just squeezed and twisted my tits really painfully.  I don't know
why he only raped you."  Her eyes looked teary.

"Don't feel sad," I said.  "I'm glad he didn't rape you.  Maybe he
ran out of time."

"Maybe," she said.

I wondered if Korinne would always feel false guilt that I was the
only one who was sexually assaulted.

I sat up.

"Your clothes are over there, Diana.  I'm glad you're alive."

******

Ted Smith walked into the rental cabin.  His wife Pamela saw him
when he came into the kitchen.  Pamela and his sister-in-law Jen
were preparing dinner.  He saw his brother-in-law Paul asleep on
the couch.

"Have a nice walk, honey?" Pamela said and gave him a kiss.

"Yeah," Ted said.

"You didn't happen to see Korinne out there, did you?" Pamela asked.
"It's almost dinner time."

"Nope," Ted replied "Is she with Diana?"

"Of course."

"They'll come back when they're hungry.  We can eat without them.
They know these woods better than anybody."

***

Both families ate dinner either at the table or on the couch.  The
door front door opened.

"Mom," said Korinne, as they entered the house.  Both Mom's eyes
turned to the girls and bugged out.

Diana's arm was around Korinne's shoulder for assistance in walking.
Diana found it painful to walk and what would have taken only twenty
minutes to walk took an hour.  She was too sore and movement just
added to the pain down below

"What happened!" said a suddenly panicked Jen Pereta.

"We were..." Korinne faltered.  "We were attacked..."

"What!" interjected Jen.

"Diana was...was..."

"Oh, no!" said Jen in realization.  She began to cry and took her
daughter Diana into her eyes.  Paul came over to add comfort.

Ted and Pamela wrapped their arms around their daughter Korinne.

"Did he...?" Pamela stopped.  She couldn't say it.

"He just hurt my breasts," Korinne said quietly.

Two sets of parents each held their daughters tightly.  Ted Smith
looked over to his niece Diana.

Sweet, he thought.


THE END.

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