We left off the starting time news report of Steve and Yvonne after Yvonne talked with the children and told her husband, Rob, that she was going to be serving as a sex hard worker for a full five months. Yvonne and Steve went back into the kitchen for a cup of tea and Steve said `` Five months ? Are you really ready to hold up here with me for five months ? ''

Yvonne replied `` If you 'll have me that long. '' Steve smiled and said `` binding to bed with you before you change your mind. '' Her reply was light-minded, `` What 's wrong with the kitchen table ? '' She stood up then sat on the table and leaned back on her cubitus allowing Steve 's shirt to hang outdoors exposing her breasts. Steve stood and grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them off. Just as he was about to plunge his dick into her wet, waiting pussy he said

'' Do you mind if I ask you a question ? '' Yvonne replied

'' Ask me anything. '' Steve then said

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

You may want to read the full story, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Brit to before reading the following quartern installment. Installments two and three ( `` Yvonne and Steve go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Everglade State ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished. If reviews of the following are favorable, I 'll place them.

The five months flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the office and saw her children every Sabbatum afternoon and every Midweek evening, except when she and Steve were traveling. She rarely saw Rob and spoke with him as seldom as potential. When she did speak with Rob she tormented him with sharp barb and input over his gambling her away and into being sold as a sex slave in payment of his gaming debts. `` Yes, he fucks me every day. '' `` Yes, his cock is a bit bad than yours, but not so big as to spite me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a queen. They played lawn 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 half her age. Steve gave her money to have her hair and nails done. Steve bought lots of courteous dress for Yvonne. Tight sexy gym outfits, professional attire to wear to figure out, a prankish weasel for the beach and a nearly filmy monokini for their beach holidays. They made love often, and Yvonne nearly always had at least three ( or more ) orgasms. As the five months neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the kidskin thinking she was sold into being a sex slave for five month, she did n't get it on 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 right to have her as his sex slave for one day and then set her free with no responsibility ? That she had stayed with Steve because it was what she wanted to do. Yvonne worried about her children and her tactile sensation of guilt grew by the day, by the hour. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their marriage back together.

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

Steve listened for a foresighted clip 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, that she had no choice, that she was obligated. Steve reassured her `` Yvonne, I love you. I love you adequate to stay with you forever and I love you plenty to let you go. But you have to translate that I ca n't live like a yo yo. If you leave me, if you go back to Rob, it 's last. I ca n't endure waiting to discover out if it will work out for you and your hubby or not, waiting to find out if you will come back to me. If you leave, it 's over. ''

Yvonne cried and cried. Steve held her gently in his munition, 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 void that he had since Nancy had died more than a year and a half before. Yvonne cried all the way home. She parked a block away from her home and dried her eyes and tried to gain her equanimity. Finally she slowly drove the last block, parked, and walked into her house. Rob was at the kitchen table.

'' Hello '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in belittled talk for a patch, but it was as if they were barely acquaintances. There was no worked up joining. The kids were out with booster. After a while they turned on the telly and watched some old rerun in secretiveness. The Thomas Kyd came place and spent a few transactions with Yvonne before going to their rooms to talk with supporter and surf the net. Yvonne went through the question feeling empty and lonely even when Rob and the kids were in the elbow room. Day after day, week after week Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned home. Then one Fri evening the kitchen sink clogged up.

'' Rob, the body of water wo n't go down the sink. It 's clogged. ``

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not good at plate repair, especially plumbing. Just call a plumber '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six plumbers before she found one who could hail the next day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his gambler 's anonymous meeting and the nipper were out with supporter. The doorbell rang and Yvonne answered to incur a fat, unshaven man in greasy overalls with a better-looking young man wearing shorts at his side.

'' You called for a pipe fitter, 'mam ? ''

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

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the truck having a smoke. '' said the old man as he walked back to the forepart threshold. The unseasoned man put his instrument box down and got down on the floor. He was not much older than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a boyish smile and a pregnant chad in his face. He laid on his rear and wriggled back under the sink.

'' Do you bear a pail or a pan handy, 'mam. '' The untried man said. `` I could go to the motortruck and get one. ``

Yvonne said `` No. I mean, Yes, I have a pail, you do n't involve to go to the truck. '' Yvonne fetched a bucket and passed it to the Edward Young man. His shorts were short and as he wriggled around they rode up and his formal spilled out. He appeared not to notice, so Yvonne said nothing. Damn. He had big clod. Yvonne and Rob had tried to stool love a few clock time. It was perfunctory and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't realize how horny she was until she saw those beautiful young balls hanging out of the leg of the short of the young plumber. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The pipe fitter started to talk. `` I 'm just an apprentice. Mr. Smith, he 's the master plumber. You will be paying him account book rate for this job. He will scrutinise my work after I am done and then indite you up a bill. I have another two years before I get my certificate. '' Yvonne just stared at the young balls hanging out of the unseasoned man 's boxershorts and tried to stop shaking. She finally excused herself and went off to her chamber to change wearing apparel.

In her chamber Yvonne ran a skirmish through her fuzz and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her baggy dungaree and sweat shirt and slipped on her aphrodisiacal gym outfit. The rigorous fitting boxers accentuated her ass and they were short enough to show a little bit of ass cheek. She put on a slight tank top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were hard and the thin top left her poky highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat breathless and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The Lester Willis Young man scooted out from under the sink, looked up at her and a look of surprise flashed across his countenance. His eyes went right to her teat and his backtalk dropped unresolved. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that record book charge per unit is an hr and a one-half, and that 's what Mr. Smith will bill you, even though it took me only twenty minute to fix it. ''

'' Twenty arcminute ? '' Yvonne said. `` Mr. Smith has probably not even finished his cigarette. Would you wish some tea before you go ? '' The young man smiled an shook his head. Yvonne set about making tea. The young man sat at the kitchen table.

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

'' You do n't consume to name me 'Mam, my public figure is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot water into the tea kettle. She took two cups and two disc out of the cabinet and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to order his cup in front line of him, brushing her left tit across his right shoulder joint. The electricity ran from her nipple straight to her clit. She could scarcely conceive what she was doing. She brought the tea kettle over to the mesa and again, as she passed behind Collin she leaned against his back and dragged her tits across his shoulder. Her armoured combat vehicle top had fairly thin straps and very with child arm gob. As Yvonne moved around the table and bent over to pour tea into her own cup she was standing somewhat sideways to Collin. He had a prospect of the face her left tit through the arm trap of her storage tank top. Collin thought she was the sexiest MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down antonym Collin and they engaged in small talk. She asked him about his work and what he did besides employment 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 ? '' Yvonne asked.

'' No, 'mam, I mean Yvonne. I like to free rein rugby.

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

'' No, `` ma ... Yvonne. Not exactly. I mean, we have a squad, but it 's not formal. It 's just some of my fellow. We call ourselves the `` T '' for tradesman and we play against another informal team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to public school and university. Me and my spouse, we are all tradesmen and apprentice, working guys. The `` T 's '' they are mostly professional, barristers, architects, you know, guys who do n't sweat or get dirty at employment. We meet Sundays at the park unless it rains. Why do n't you come sunniness for us sometime ? And after the game, we all go to the pub where the losing team buys a round 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 call you beforehand to make sure enough I have the fourth dimension and shoes right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and newspaper and and once more, leaned over his shoulder from behind pressing her bosom into his back, she placed the composition in front of him on the board as she spoke softly into his ear. `` Hear you go, just write it there for me. OK. ? ``

Collin reached back behind him and ran his hand down the exterior of Yvonne 's leg, then back up, slowly and gradually moving his had from the outside of her leg to the inside of her second joint. Yvonne trembled just a little, than gasped an almost inaudible pant as Collin 's hand reached her hot, wet crotch. Then she whispered into Collin 's ear wetly `` Your address too. '' as she licked his ear and then gently bit it. By this time Yvonne was almost completely out of controller. She pulled Collin 's chair away from the table, moved around to confront him, then straddled him and sat on his lap facing him. She kissed him, open mouthed, and started grinding her pussy against his rock hard shaft. She reached down and unbuttoned the one button at the top of Collin 's shorts, worked his slide fastener down, and got his pecker out. Yvonne 's kitty-cat was throbbing as she pulled her shorts aside and grabbed Collins cock and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's cock as Collin pulled her storage tank top up and over her head. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her left tit. They were both in a frenzy.

Collin stood up with Yvonne impaled on his cock, then sat her down on the kitchen table, laid her back, and spread her legs wide-cut, 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 bed cover, she screamed `` Oh, Steve, fuck me ! '' Horrified Yvonne see what she 'd said. She had called Collin Steve. Had he heard ? Did he care ? Collin just kept pounding away like a jak mallet. Yvonne got back into the musical rhythm and felt her coming building. Collin had his mouth on hers again and she thrust her tongue out. Collin then gave Yvonne his tongue which she sucked into her lip. Collin 's footstep 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 unspoilt sexual climax since leaving Steve. Collin 's yard slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the last of his cum on the trading floor where it mingled with the juice spilling out of her thoroughly fucked cunt. Collin 's shortstop were around his ankles. He pulled them up, stuffing his cock back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen table, smiling wickedly.

'' wellspring, 'mam. I think I 've taken concern of your plumbing problem, at least for the metre being. I better go get Mr. Julia Evelina Smith so he can signalize off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my number, so you can call me if you need anything again. '' He smiled, picked up his toolbox and walked out. Yvonne ran back into her sleeping room and changed quickly back into the clothes she had worn before the plumber arrived. Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen sink, then handed her a flier which Yvonne paid in cash. An hr or so later Rob returned home.

'' Did the pipe fitter get here ? '' Rob asked.

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

Sunday after breakfast Yvonne said to Rob and the tiddler `` It 's a lovely day. Let 's all go do something outdoors. '' Rob groaned with a pained look on his face. The kids just gave her `` The look '' that kids return whenever their parents suggest anything that takes them away from their ally. Yvonne then said ;

'' Well, it 's just too Nice a day to stay home base and check the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the dish aerial and took a shower, carefully dressing in her sexiest gym rig, then putting on her baggy sweat suit over top of her gym suit. As she left the house she said cheap enough for all to hear her

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

Once in the car Yvonne looked at the man of paper on which Collin had scrawled his address and telephone numbers. She thought about calling, then decided to just shew up at the park. After she parked she removed the baggy sweats and exited the car wearing her sexiest gym outfit, but with a sports bra under the army tank top. She found her way to the expanse where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the field were two groups of Thomas Young men. One group wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, gold and blue and emblazoned with a large `` P '' professionally embroidered on the back. The other group of young men wore a jumble of bait denim, shorts, work boots, beat up sneakers, sweat shirts and T shirts. Each had a tumid `` T '' on the rachis 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 mustache. The `` T 's '' had scraggly face fungus or 3 day growth, longish haircloth and a rather ragamuffin appearance. 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, fat, spoiled SOB '' responded a T. The banter went back and forth as they kicked the ball around. After a while it became unmistakable that the T 's were not really bitter or hateful, just playful. The P 's, on the other hired hand, really were smutty at times, spiteful and seemed to actually be spoiled putz. Finally an older man wearing a plunder shirt showed up. The sides squared off, and the game began in earnest. The P 's passed the ball back and Forth to each other, kicking it swiftly in a organize and practiced fashion. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had finesse, the T 's brute long suit and conclusion, they charged like a mob of madman. Up and down the domain the orchis was kicked. Now and then one team or the other scored a goal. It was amazing how the wolf strength of the T 's and the acquirement and technique of the P 's balanced out. They were nearly equal. Finally, at the end, the T 's had won by a goal.

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

'' I would n't miss it for the world '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the rest of his squad to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was John the electrician, William who ran a rear hoe, Syd, the welder, Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Jesse Jackson. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all soundly looking Edward Young men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly good-looking. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to know all the the son a bit. She whispered to Collin `` Do they all know ? '' Collin shook his point. 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 care what it took to do it. Once at the pub the P 's bought a round. 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, boisterous and having fun. More drink were bought and everyone got a bit rummy. Yvonne was not as drunk as she was acting, but she could feel the glow.

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

'' You bet ! '' replied Yvonne.

'' John said `` You guys make love I ca n't go. See you next hebdomad. ''

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 secure hubby. ``

A few mental block later they entered an older building and walked up four flying of step to Kevin 's flat tire. It was a humble flat, not opulent at all. The decor included a dart board, bow and arrows, and a enceinte trophy carriage Kevin 's figure and the gens of the schoolhouse he had attended along with the year of the award. A little spry arithmetic in her head told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be Thomas More than two or three geezerhood older than her own son. Collin dragged Yvonne aside and whispered in her ear.

'' Yvonne, can I be very direct with you ? I mean, like no trouncing around the President 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 like to get my cock in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a little lap and a nibble on her earlobe. Yvonne 's genu got weak and she grabbed onto Collin to stabilise 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 Quaker ? Can they watch ? Can they get in on the military action too ? They all think you are a aphrodisiac MILF. ``

Yvonne was rapidly losing all controller, and Collin had n't even touched her other than a footling pick on her ear. She looked around the room. All eyes were on her. She smiled and said `` You boys wo n't suffer me, will you ? ''

Collin spoke for the chemical group ; `` Just give way us the color of your traffic light. If you say 'red light'we will stop whatever we are doing, I promise. You say yellow Christ Within, we will slow it down and submit it wanton. OK ? ``

Yvonne, looking around the room from case to expression said rather loudly `` GREEN Light ! '' The young men gatherer around her and began undressing her, feeling her up. Syd said

'' I 'm going to screw 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 tie fair sex, old enough to be the mother each and every one of you, and I want you all to know me. shtup my brains out. That makes me a strumpet, so shout me a hussy. ``

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

Yvonne shook her head word and said ;

'' DP ? '' The boys stripped her. Their workforce were all over her as they sucked her tits, fingered her slit and ass, kissed her, french kissed her. Someone thrust a cock in Yvonne 's human face. She grabbed it and started sucking for all she was worth. Joey picked her up and carried her to an arm chair and sat down with Yvonne on his lap facing him and thrust his pecker into her gaping dribbling twat as he leaned back and reclined the chairman. This gave Syd a perfect opportunity to have sex her in the bum, but he could n't get his peter into her besotted 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 one-half of it to say up her anal duct. The rest of it he smeared over her bum and then wiped his manus on his shirt. Syd got his cock half way in and Yvonne mumbled something.

'' yellowness. Yellow Christ Within ! ``

Syd was still, then he slowly eased his cock out an inch, then back in the same profoundness as before. Out again slowly, then in just a picayune 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 deeply. Joey started thrusting in her cunt and Syd plunged in and out of her bum. Ellis had his dick in Yvonne 's aspect from her left. He said ;

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

'' I want to know your facial expression. Is that OK, bitch ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the optimistic again. She held Ellis'cock in her leftfield hand and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'peter for all she was worth. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal caries with his hot, viscid cum. When he was done he pulled out. Joey came in her cunt and Yvonne came with him. It was her first orgasm of the day and although not overwhelming, it was dependable enough and she looked forward to several more right orgasms as the young met fucked every which way. When Joey was done she felt herself being lifted off of him. Kevin and Joseph Oliver bent her over the lounge and Michael Jackson entered her from behind, thrusting his cock into her pussy dog style. Thomas Jackson 's cock was a lot bigger than any of the others. Yvonne was glad 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 edifice. She came long and hard this time. As she was coming down Thomas Jonathan Jackson pulled out, spun her around and hurl his cock into her oral cavity and immediately let loose with a immense squirt of cum, then another while yelling ;

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

Yvonne lost track of sentence, lost track of how many times she was fucked, how many loads of cum had exploded in her bum, mouth and cunt. It became a fuzz of beautiful young tool 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 one-half opened her eye to see that she was being carried into the bathroom. water was running in the tub and a big mount of lather and bubbles was foaming up. She smelled lilacs as she was gently lowered into the tub of warmly urine, surrounded by sweet-flavored smelling Bath bubbles.

'' Yvonne, I had a lady friend support with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her eruct bath. We thought you might delight a Nice bubble bath before you go dwelling house. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Mahalia Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her feet and shoulders. They were gentle and attentive and had stopped calling her names. Finally they dried her off and helped her get dressed, then each one of them kissed her goodbye. Collin walked her down the step and back to her car.

That even, back at house, Yvonne acted as normal as she could, although it was unmanageable to take the air normally as sore as she was from all the excellent screwing she had received. Then the phone rang. Yvonne answered.

'' Yvonne, it 's Collin. I 'm sorry to call you at rest home, but I have a serious trouble. The Bobby 's pinched us. I 'm in the galley. We are all in the caboose. Can you arrive ? We need you more than you can opine. ``

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

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

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

'' No '' Yvonne said. `` I 'm a Quaker of his, and the former lads on his rugger squad. How many of them do you take here. ''

'' It 's up to the Director of Public criminal prosecution whether you can see any of them or not. Her assistant is down that hall on the left field. Go see her. '' The Sargent stated. Yvonne followed the Sargent 's centering and knocked hesitantly on the room access marked as the one he had mentioned.

'' Come in '' Yvonne heard, and entered. Behind an old metal desk sat a severe looking cleaning lady with short tomentum styled in a mannish manner. She wore knit, unflattering clothing and no make-up.

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

'' Mr. Ray Douglas Bradbury and his friends metre and crew raped a young woman this good afternoon, apparently after pouring spirits into her at a local pub. She 's in the hospital considerably the worse for article of clothing. We are going after the maximum penalty for these cruel criminal. You ca n't see them and there will be no bail. ``

Yvonne was dumbstruck. How could the boy be so conciliate with her and then pulsation and rape someone else ? As a affair of fact, how could they despoil another adult female after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum several multiplication each. Yvonne then asked ;

'' What fourth dimension did the alleged crime occur ? ``

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

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

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's level. I do n't know Kevin 's stopping point figure, 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 lenify and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those untested men are able of forcing themselves on any woman. ''

The prosecutor 's mouth dropped open. She looked at Yvonne disdainfully, then almost could n't command a snigger that tried to get out. `` Are you indisputable you are not making this up ? Are you willing to testify in courtyard ? ``

'' I 'm a married woman, with small fry. If I have to testify in Court ... .well, it would ruin me. If there is any way to forefend it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The prosecuting officer shooter back harshly `` Are you volition to testify in Margaret Court ? ``

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

'' What about the victim in the hospital ? '' said the prosecutor. `` She says she watched a rugby game, went to the pub with the team, drank with them, was lured to the apartment of one of them, and brutally raped by all of them. How can you refute her testimony ? ``

'' Different team '' Yvonne said. `` Ask her about the letter on their backbone. My boys that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their back. Call her. I bet she will tell you they all wore a `` P ''.

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

'' Is the char conscious and capable to talk with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the culprit had a alphabetic character on their backs. '' There was a intermission of three or four second then `` Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ''. The prosecutor hung up her telephone, looked at Yvonne and said ;

'' Did you ever think of becoming a police investigator ? You 've just solved our display case. I 'll have your friends released within the time of day. Sorry for the inconvenience. '' There was a bash at the door and the Sargent walked in. `` Get that other team rounded up and brought in as soon as possible. ''

'' But, m'am, they are all from respectable menage, youthful professionals. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

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

About 45 minute later Yvonne was sitting in the lobby when all the boy filed out of a side 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 bearing dropped. If there is anything any of us can ever do for you. ``

'' well '' Yvonne said. `` You might take in me to your succeeding plot, if you can find a team to play against. I do n't think the `` P 's '' will be on the field for a long, long prison term. Or, if you ca n't witness a team to toy against, you could just invite me back up to Kevin 's '' .