We left off the first story of Steve and Yvonne after Yvonne talked with the small fry and told her husband, Rob, that she was going to be serving as a sex striver for a full five calendar month. Yvonne and Steve went back into the kitchen for a cup of tea and Steve said `` Five calendar month ? Are you really ready to live here with me for five months ? ''

Yvonne replied `` If you 'll have me that long. '' Steve smiled and said `` back to bed with you before you change your judgement. '' Her reply was flippant, `` What 's wrong with the kitchen tabular array ? '' She stood up then sat on the mesa and leaned back on her elbow joint allowing Steve 's shirt to fall capable exposing her breasts. Steve stood and grabbed the shank of her pantie and pulled them off. Just as he was about to launch his tool into her wet, waiting snatch he said

'' Do you listen if I ask you a motion ? '' Yvonne replied

'' Ask me anything. '' Steve then said

'' Have you ever posted pornographic stories on the cyberspace ? ''

You may want to learn the full story, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Briton to before reading the be 4th installment. Installments two and three ( `` Yvonne and Steve go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Florida ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished. If followup of the following are favorable, I 'll post them.

The five months flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the spot and saw her fry every Sat good afternoon and every Wed eventide, except when she and Steve were traveling. She rarely saw Rob and spoke with him as seldom as potential. When she did talk with Rob she tormented him with sharp shot and comment over his gambling her away and into being sold as a sex slave in payment of his play debts. `` Yes, he fucks me every day. '' `` Yes, his cock is a bit expectant than yours, but not so big as to hurt me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a fag. They played tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every extra ounce she had ever gained and soon had the body of a women one-half her age. Steve gave her money to get her hair and nails done. Steve bought lots of courteous clothes for Yvonne. Tight sexy gym outfit, professional dress to put on to work, a distasteful weasel for the beach and a nearly pellucid monokini for their beach holiday. They made love often, and Yvonne nearly always had at least three ( or more ) orgasms. As the five month neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the kids thinking she was sold into being a sex hard worker for five months, she did n't know how to `` truthalize '' her story. How could she explain to the kids that she was voluntarily living with a man who she loved ? A man who had paid £200,000 for the rightfield to have her as his sex slave for one day and then set her release with no duty ? That she had stayed with Steve because it was what she wanted to do. Yvonne worry about her tyke and her feelings of guilt feelings grew by the day, by the hr. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their married couple back together.

Finally, the day her fake servitude was due to end Yvonne told Steve `` We have to spill. Steve. I have to distinguish you something, to try to excuse what I have to do. Oh, Steve, you know I love you. You have treated me better than anyone ever has in my entire aliveness. Maybe I 'm stupid, maybe that 's because you have fucked my brain out so wonderfully well '' she said with a half jape. `` Oh, Steve ! If it was n't for the minor ... dammit. I feel shamefaced for abandoning my married couple, hangdog if I abandon you, shamefaced if I do n't go back to my old life as a wife and mother. I 'm miserable. ''

Steve listened for a long time as Yvonne went on and on. Finally he said `` Yvonne, do whatever you think is best, whatever you need to do. '' Yvonne finally told him that she had to go back to her old life sentence, that she had no choice, that she was obligated. Steve reassured her `` Yvonne, I love you. I love you enough to delay with you forever and I love you decent to let you go. But you have to understand that I ca n't survive like a yo yo. If you leave me, if you go back to Rob, it 's concluding. I ca n't endure waiting to find out if it will crop out for you and your husband or not, waiting to find out if you will get back to me. If you leave, it 's over. ''

Yvonne cried and cried. Steve held her gently in his arms, then he kissed her on the forehead and Yvonne walked out to her car, never turning back as Steve watched her go. Steve felt more empty-bellied that he had since Nancy had died more than a class and a half before. Yvonne cried all the way home. She parked a block away from her habitation and dried her eyes and tried to gather her composure. Finally she slowly drove the last block, parked, and walked into her house. Rob was at the kitchen table.

'' howdy '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in small talk for a piece, but it was as if they were barely acquaintances. There was no emotional association. The Kyd were out with supporter. After a patch they turned on the telly and watched some old rerun in silence. The Kid came home and spent a few instant with Yvonne before going to their rooms to babble with acquaintance and surf the net. Yvonne went through the move feeling discharge and lonely even when Rob and the kids were in the room. Day after day, week after week Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned home. Then one Friday evening the kitchen sink clogged up.

'' Rob, the weewee wo n't go down the sinkhole. It 's clogged. ``

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not honorable at home reparation, especially plumbing. Just shout out a pipe fitter '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six plumbers before she found one who could add up the future day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his gambler 's anonymous meeting and the children were out with friend. The bell rang and Yvonne answered to find a fat, unshaven man in greasy overall with a handsome young man wearing shorts at his side.

'' You called for a plumber, 'mam ? ''

'' Yes '' Yvonne replied. `` It 's the kitchen sink, in here. '' She led them though the home to the kitchen. The unseasoned man was carrying a dick box. The elderly man looked under the sink and grunted.

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the motortruck having a smoke. '' said the quondam man as he walked back to the breast room access. The immature man put his tool box down and got down on the base. He was not practically former than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a boyish grin and a dimple in his cheek. He laid on his rear and wriggled back under the sink.

'' Do you ingest a bucket or a pan handy, 'mam. '' The youth man said. `` I could go to the truck and get one. ``

Yvonne said `` No. I mean, Yes, I have a bucketful, you do n't involve to go to the truck. '' Yvonne fetched a bucketful and passed it to the young man. His shorts were short and as he wriggled around they rode up and his glob spilled out. He appeared not to notice, so Yvonne said zero. Damn. He had big testicle. Yvonne and Rob had tried to pretend love a few times. It was perfunctory and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't realize how horny she was until she saw those beautiful immature balls hanging out of the leg of the shorts of the immature plumber. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The plumber started to talk. `` I 'm just an prentice. Mr. Smith, he 's the master key plumber. You will be paying him book rate for this job. He will scrutinize my employment after I am done and then write you up a handbill. I have another two years before I get my documentation. '' Yvonne just stared at the young balls hanging out of the Brigham Young man 's boxershorts and tried to kibosh shaking. She finally excused herself and went off to her bedroom to shift clothes.

In her bedroom Yvonne ran a light touch through her hair and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her baggy jeans and sweat shirt and slipped on her aphrodisiac gym outfit. The tight try-on shorts accentuated her ass and they were brusk enough to show a piffling bit of ass cheek. She put on a thin army tank top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were hard and the thin top left her pokies highly seeable. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat dyspneic and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The Thomas Young man scooted out from under the sink, looked up at her and a look of surprisal flashed across his countenance. His eyes went right to her tits and his mouth dropped undefendable. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that Christian Bible rate is an hour and a half, and that 's what Mr. Ian Douglas Smith will card you, even though it took me only twenty arcminute to fix it. ''

'' twenty hour ? '' Yvonne said. `` Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith has probably not even finished his butt. Would you like some tea before you go ? '' The young man smiled an shook his head. Yvonne set about making tea. The youthful man sat at the kitchen mesa.

'' My name is Collin, 'mam. It is very courteous of you to offer me tea. As an apprentice I do all the work, Mr. Smith gets all the money. He keeps me pretty engaged all day. ``

'' You do n't have to call me 'Mam, my name is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot water into the tea kettle. She took two cup and two discus out of the locker and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to place his cup in front of him, brushing her left tit across his right shoulder. The electricity ran from her mamilla heterosexual to her clit. She could scarcely trust what she was doing. She brought the tea kettle hole over to the mesa and again, as she passed behind Collin she leaned against his back and dragged her tits across his articulatio humeri. Her tank top had fairly flimsy straps and very turgid arm holes. As Yvonne moved around the mesa and bent grass over to pour tea into her own cup she was standing somewhat sideways to Collin. He had a view of the side her leftover tit through the arm hole of her tank top. Collin thought she was the aphrodisiac MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down paired Collin and they engaged in small talking. She asked him about his work and what he did besides study and whether or not he had a girlfriend. `` No, not right now. I had one but she went off to University and got hooked up with some guy there. '' he explained. Collin then started talking about Rugby.

'' You like to watch rugby football ? '' Yvonne asked.

'' No, 'mam, I mean Yvonne. I like to period of play rugby football.

'' Oh, your are on a team ? '' she asked.

'' No, `` ma ... Yvonne. Not exactly. I mean, we have a team, but it 's not ball. It 's just some of my Ilex paraguariensis. We call ourselves the `` T '' for Tradesmen and we play against another informal team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to public schooling and university. Me and my mates, we are all market keeper and apprentices, working guys. The `` T 's '' they are mostly master, barristers, designer, you know, guys who do n't sweat or get dirty at work. We meet William Ashley Sunday at the parking lot unless it rains. Why do n't you come cheer for us sometime ? And after the game, we all go to the pub where the losing team buys a unit of ammunition for the winning squad. Would you like that ? ''

Yvonne said `` Yes. I think I would like that. Can you give me your number so I can foretell you beforehand to make certain I have the time and place right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and report and and once more, leaned over his shoulder from behind pressing her tits into his cover, she placed the composition in movement of him on the table as she spoke softly into his ear. `` Hear you go, just save it there for me. OK. ? ``

Collin reached back behind him and ran his hand down the outside of Yvonne 's leg, then back up, slowly and gradually moving his had from the outside of her leg to the inside of her thigh. Yvonne trembled just a picayune, than gasped an almost inaudible pant as Collin 's hand reached her hot, wet crotch. Then she whispered into Collin 's ear wetly `` Your destination too. '' as she licked his ear and then gently bit it. By this time Yvonne was almost completely out of control. She pulled Collin 's chair away from the mesa, moved around to face him, then straddled him and sat on his lap facing him. She kissed him, open mouthed, and started grinding her twat against his rock arduous dick. She reached down and unbuttoned the one push at the top of Collin 's shorts, worked his zipper down, and got his rooster out. Yvonne 's pussy was throbbing as she pulled her shorts aside and grabbed Tom Collins stopcock and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's cock as Collin pulled her cooler top up and over her chief. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her left tit. They were both in a craze.

Collin stood up with Yvonne impaled on his cock, then sat her down on the kitchen board, laid her back, and spread her legs wide, all the time never taking his cock out of her or missing a stroke. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen table, legs spread, she screamed `` Oh, Steve, fuck me ! '' Horrified Yvonne realize what she 'd said. She had called Collin Steve. Had he heard ? Did he deal ? Collin just kept pounding away like a gob hammer. Yvonne got back into the rhythm and felt her orgasm building. Collin had his mouth on hers again and she thrust her glossa out. Collin then gave Yvonne his glossa which she sucked into her mouth. Collin 's pace quickened. Yvonne knew he was close, then he bellowed and she felt jet after jet of his hot cum blasting into her. She moaned and whimpered as she came down from her first good coming since leaving Steve. Collin 's pace slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the last of his cum on the floor where it mingled with the juice spilling out of her thoroughly fucked cunt. Collin 's short pants were around his ankles. He pulled them up, stuffing his cock back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen table, smiling wickedly.

'' Well, 'mam. I think I 've taken care of your plumbing problem, at to the lowest degree for the sentence being. I better go get Mr. Ian Smith so he can signalize off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my routine, so you can shout out me if you need anything again. '' He smiled, picked up his toolbox and walked out. Yvonne ran back into her sleeping accommodation and changed quickly back into the dress she had worn before the plumber arrived. Kate Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen sink, then handed her a broadsheet which Yvonne paid in cash. An time of day or so later Rob returned home.

'' Did the plumber get here ? '' Rob asked.

'' Yes. '' Replied Yvonne. `` He took tutelage of everything. ''

Sun after breakfast Yvonne said to Rob and the fry `` It 's a endearing day. Let 's all go do something open air. '' Rob groaned with a pained manifestation on his side. The kids just gave her `` The look '' that kids give whenever their parents suggest anything that takes them away from their Friend. Yvonne then said ;

'' Well, it 's just too courteous a day to stay place and keep an eye on the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the dishes and took a shower, carefully dressing in her sexiest gym turnout, then putting on her baggy sweat suit over top of her gym suit. As she left the house she said flashy enough for all to hear her

'' I 'm off, sure you do n't want to join me for a day at the park or somewhere ? ``

Once in the car Yvonne looked at the slice of paper on which Collin had scrawled his savoir-faire and telephone routine. She thought about calling, then decided to just point up at the Mungo Park. After she parked she removed the baggy sweats and exited the car wearing her aphrodisiacal gym outfit, but with a mutation bra under the tank top. She found her way to the orbit where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the field were two grouping of Pres Young men. One group wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, amber and blue and emblazoned with a large `` P '' professionally embroidered on the rachis. The other group of Whitney Moore Young Jr. men wore a hodgepodge of ragged jeans, shorts, work thrill, beat up sneakers, sweat shirts and T shirts. Each had a great `` T '' on the backbone of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a magic marker. The `` P 's '' all had expensive haircuts, and were either clean shaven or had neatly trimmed mustaches. The `` T 's '' had scraggly beards or 3 day growths, longish whisker and a rather ragamuffin coming into court. Yvonne sat down and listened to the banter.

'' Hey, asshole, you borrow those work boots from your mother ? '' yelled on of the P 's.

'' Fook you, productive, spoiled prick '' responded a T. The banter went back and Forth as they kicked the ball around. After a while it became apparent that the T 's were not really acerb or mean, just playful. The P 's, on the other bridge player, really were nasty at times, vindictive and seemed to actually be spoiled shit. Finally an previous man wearing a rifle shirt showed up. The incline squared off, and the game began in earnest. The P 's passed the orb back and Forth River to each other, kicking it swiftly in a coordinated and practiced style. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had finesse, the T 's animate being strength and determination, they charged like a mob of lunatic. Up and down the field the clump was kicked. Now and then one team or the other scored a finish. It was amazing how the brute strength of the T 's and the skill and technique of the P 's balanced out. They were nearly match. Finally, at the end, the T 's had won by a goal.

Collin came over to Yvonne and and said `` So gladiolus you could make it, 'ma ... Yvonne. Are you coming to the pub with us ? ''

'' I would n't miss it for the humanity '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the rest of his team to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was John the Divine the electrician, William who ran a game hoe, Syd, the welder, Joseph Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Jackson. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all good looking young men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly handsome. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to know all the the boys a bit. She whispered to Collin `` Do they all know ? '' Collin shook his head. Yvonne thought she should be embarrassed, but she was n't. She just wanted to get Collin 's cock back inside her, and really did n't worry what it took to do it. Once at the pub the P 's bought a bout. After that the P 's all moved to the far end of the pub and stayed to themselves. They were sullen and resentful. The T 's were jolly, robustious and having fun. More drinks were bought and everyone got a bit drunk. Yvonne was not as inebriate as she was acting, but she could feel the glow.

One of the guy said `` OK son. Let 's all go up to Kevin 's. He has a bottle of Scotch and we 've spent enough at the pub. Yvonne ! You coming with us ? ''

'' You bet ! '' replied Yvonne.

'' St. John said `` You guys know I ca n't go. See you next workweek. ''

Some of the other guys laughed at him and called him `` PW 'd. ''

Collin explained to Yvonne `` John is married and his wife 's expectin'a baby. He 's tryin'to be a unspoilt hubby. ``

A few city block later they entered an older building and walked up four flying of stairs to Kevin 's flat. It was a pocket-sized apartment, not voluptuous at all. The decor included a dart board, bow and arrow, and a orotund trophy aim Kevin 's gens and the name of the school he had attended along with the year of the honour. A picayune flying arithmetic in her head told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be Sir Thomas More than two or three old age older than her own son. Collin dragged Yvonne aside and whispered in her ear.

'' Yvonne, can I be very target with you ? I mean, like no lacing around the bush, can I just say what I want without you getting made at me ? ''

'' Sure, Collin. '' She whispered back.

Collin put his mouth right up to Yvonne 's ear and whispered `` I 'd really wish to get my cock in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a petty lick and a nibble on her earlobe. Yvonne 's genu got feeble and she grabbed onto Collin to steady herself as she whispered back to him ;

'' Do it ! Do it now, right here, right now ''.

Collin, now speaking out loud said `` What about my supporter ? Can they watch ? Can they get in on the action too ? They all think you are a sexy MILF. ``

Yvonne was rapidly losing all ascendency, and Collin had n't even touched her other than a slight nibble on her ear. She looked around the way. All eyes were on her. She smiled and said `` You boys wo n't hurt me, will you ? ''

Collin spoke for the group ; `` Just present us the color of your traffic Inner Light. If you say 'red ignitor'we will kibosh whatever we are doing, I promise. You say jaundiced igniter, we will slow it down and aim it easy. OK ? ``

Yvonne, looking around the room from face to face said rather loudly `` viridity lighter ! '' The young men gatherer around her and began undressing her, feeling her up. Syd said

'' I 'm going to have a go at it this slut in the bum ! ''

Collin said `` Syd, you ca n't talk to the lady like that. She has n't given license for us to talk dirty to her. Yvonne ? ''

'' Talk dirty to me. I 'm a splice cleaning lady, old enough to be the mother each and every one of you, and I want you all to screw me. Fuck my wit out. That makes me a loose woman, so call me a slut. ``

Syd said `` Can I fuck you in the ass, slut ? ``

Yvonne shook her head and said ;

'' DP ? '' The boys stripped her. Their paw were all over her as they sucked her boob, fingered her kitty-cat and ass, kissed her, french kissed her. individual thrust a turncock in Yvonne 's face. She grabbed it and started sucking for all she was worth. Joey picked her up and carried her to an arm death chair and sat down with Yvonne on his lap facing him and thrust his rooster into her gaping dribbling cunt as he leaned back and reclined the chairperson. This gave Syd a utter opportunity to fuck her in the bum, but he could n't get his cock into her mingy bumhole.

'' Got any grease ? '' Syd asked. Kevin walked to the fridge and grabbed a half stick of butter. Syd stuck the butter into Yvonne 's ass and got about half of it to say up her anal retentive canal. The quietus of it he smeared over her bum and then wiped his hand on his shirt. Syd got his rooster half way in and Yvonne mumbled something.

'' yellow. Yellow light ! ``

Syd was still, then he slowly eased his cock out an inch, then back in the like depth as before. Out again slowly, then in just a short bit further than he had earlier.

'' OK ? '' He asked. Yvonne grunted in the affirmative. Gradually Syd worked his way in until he had his cock all they way up Yvonne 's bum hole, balls bass. Joey started thrusting in her twat and Syd plunged in and out of her bum. Ellis had his cock in Yvonne 's face from her left. He said ;

'' Suck it you little cocksucker. '' She sucked and slurped until she realized there was a cock on her right. It was Joseph Oliver. Oliver said ;

'' I want to fuck your face. Is that OK, kick ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the affirmative again. She held Ellis'cock in her forget hand and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'peter for all she was Worth. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal cavity with his hot, sticky cum. When he was done he pulled out. Joey came in her cunt and Yvonne came with him. It was her first sexual climax of the day and although not overwhelming, it was beneficial enough and she looked forward to respective more sinewy orgasms as the young met fucked every which way. When Joey was done she felt herself being lifted off of him. Kevin and King Oliver bent her over the sofa and Jackson entered her from behind, thrusting his cock into her pussy dog style. Jackson 's rooster was a lot bigger than any of the others. Yvonne was gladiolus he was n't the one who had fucked her in the bum.

Jackson 's big cock was just wonderful. Soon Yvonne felt another sexual climax building. She came long and hard this time. As she was coming down Jesse Louis Jackson pulled out, spun her around and throw his cock into her sass and immediately let loose with a huge spirt of cum, then another while yelling ;

'' Swallow it bitch, sup every drib ''. Yvonne swallowed twice and felt herself being moved across the room, and pushed backwards. She one-half fell as she sat onto the president on King Oliver 's lap. Yvonne 's cunt was gaping and dribbling and King Oliver shoved his cock inside her cunt quickly and easily, then he leaned back and pulled Yvonne back with him. Collin came over and started trying to get his putz in Yvonne 's cunt at the same time King Oliver had his cock in her. It was a tight fit, but Yvonne groaned `` K lightness '' and Collin shoved his cock in all the way. She had two cocks up her twat at the Same meter and just moaned with joy.

Yvonne lost track of time, lost track of how many times she was fucked, how many dozens of cum had exploded in her bum, mouth and snatch. It became a blur of beautiful young cocks fucking her like she 'd never been fucked before. Finally the boys were all spent and Yvonne was way beyond completely spent. She heard water running and felt herself lifted up. She half opened her eyes to see that she was being carried into the privy. Water was running in the tub and a big mount of suds and house of cards was foaming up. She smelled lilacs as she was gently lowered into the tub of warm up water, surrounded by sweet smelling bath bubble.

'' Yvonne, I had a girlfriend living with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her gurgle bath. We thought you might revel a nice bubble bath before you go home base. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Old Hickory took turns sponging her off and massaging her human foot and berm. They were gentle and thoughtful and had stopped calling her name calling. Finally they dried her off and helped her get dressed, then each one of them kissed her arrivederci. Collin walked her down the stairs and back to her car.

That eventide, back at abode, Yvonne acted as normal as she could, although it was difficult to walk normally as sore as she was from all the splendid fucking she had received. Then the earphone rang. Yvonne answered.

'' Yvonne, it 's Collin. I 'm drear to foretell you at home plate, but I have a serious problem. The Bobby 's pinched us. I 'm in the galley. We are all in the caboose. Can you come ? We need you more than you can imagine. ``

'' I 'll be right there Sarah '' Yvonne said. Then she explained to Rob that her friend Sarah had an hand brake and needed a friend, and ran out the door and to her car. She arrived at the police post and walked up to the response desk.

'' I 'm here to bail out Collin Bradbury. '' she said. The Sargent on tariff replied ;

'' No bond for that lad or his mates. Not with what they 've done. Are you his mother ? ''

'' No '' Yvonne said. `` I 'm a friend of his, and the other lads on his rugby team. How many of them do you ingest here. ''

'' It 's up to the Director of Public Prosecutions whether you can see any of them or not. Her help is down that manse on the left. Go see her. '' The Sargent stated. Yvonne followed the Sargent 's focussing and knocked hesitantly on the door marked as the one he had mentioned.

'' Come in '' Yvonne heard, and entered. Behind an old metal desk sat a terrible looking cleaning woman with short haircloth styled in a mannish style. She wore plain, unflattering clothing and no make-up.

'' What is it ? '' the fair sex asked abruptly. Yvonne explained that she 'd had a call from Collin Bradbury who was apparently arrested and that she had come to find out what was going on. The prosecutor said

'' Mr. Bradbury and his supporter pulse and crowd raped a young woman this afternoon, apparently after pouring liquor into her at a topical anaesthetic pub. She 's in the hospital considerably the worse for wear. We are going after the maximum punishment for these brutal outlaw. You ca n't see them and there will be no bail. ``

Yvonne was dumbstruck. How could the boy be so gentle with her and then rhythm and assault individual else ? As a matter of fact, how could they violate another char after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum several sentence each. Yvonne then asked ;

'' What time did the alleged law-breaking occur ? ``

'' Between 2 p.m and 5 p.m. today '' the woman said.

Yvonne said `` But they were with me during that time. They could n't bear raped anyone. They were with me. ``

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's flat tire. I do n't have it off Kevin 's live name, but we were there, all of us, from about two until almost five. ``

'' And what were you doing ? '' asked the woman.

Yvonne hesitated, then stammered `` We were fucking. And it was n't rape. They all fucked me, and they did n't hurt me. They were blue and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those young men are open of forcing themselves on any woman. ''

The prosecutor 's lip dropped afford. She looked at Yvonne disdainfully, then almost could n't master a snicker that tried to get out. `` Are you sure you are not making this up ? Are you willing to testify in homage ? ``

'' I 'm a married char, with children. If I have to evidence in court ... .well, it would destroy me. If there is any way to avoid it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The prosecutor dead reckoning back harshly `` Are you willing to attest in Margaret Court ? ``

'' Yes '' Yvonne responded. If that 's what it takes, I 'll do it. I ca n't let those courteous boys go down for something I know they did n't do. ``

'' What about the dupe in the infirmary ? '' said the public prosecutor. `` She says she watched a rugby football game, went to the pub with the squad, drank with them, was lured to the flat of one of them, and brutally raped by all of them. How can you refute her testimonial ? ``

'' Different squad '' Yvonne said. `` Ask her about the missive on their backs. My male child that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their vertebral column. Call her. I bet she will tell you they all wore a `` P ''.

The prosecuting officer picked up her earpiece and asked to be connected to the Bobby who was apparently at the hospital standing outside the victim 's room.

'' Is the cleaning lady conscious and able to speak with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the perpetrators had a letter on their backs. '' There was a pause of three or four minutes then `` Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ''. The prosecutor hung up her phone, looked at Yvonne and said ;

'' Did you ever think of becoming a police detective ? You 've just solved our face. I 'll induce your friends released within the hour. Sorry for the inconvenience. '' There was a bang at the door and the Sargent walked in. `` Get that other team rounded up and brought in as soon as potential. ''

'' But, m'am, they are all from respectable kinsfolk, young professional person. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

The prosecutor looked at the Sargent sternly and said `` Do it. NOW ! ``

About forty-five instant later Yvonne was sitting in the third house when all the boys filed out of a side of meat door. They ran over to Yvonne and surrounded her, hugging her and thanking her.

'' Oh, Yvonne, thank you so much for getting us out, getting the boot dropped. If there is anything any of us can ever do for you. ``

'' Well '' Yvonne said. `` You might ask for me to your next game, if you can find out a team to play against. I do n't think the `` P 's '' will be on the field for a long, long clip. Or, if you ca n't find a team to bet against, you could just invite me back up to Kevin 's '' .