We left off the number one tale of Steve and Yvonne after Yvonne talked with the children and told her hubby, Rob, that she was going to be serving as a sex slave for a to the full five month. Yvonne and Steve went back into the kitchen for a cup of tea and Steve said `` Five months ? Are you really ready to live here with me for five months ? ''

Yvonne replied `` If you 'll take me that long. '' Steve smiled and said `` dorsum to bed with you before you change your mind. '' Her reply was flippant, `` What 's incorrectly with the kitchen table ? '' She stood up then sat on the table and leaned back on her elbow joint allowing Steve 's shirt to come heart-to-heart exposing her titty. Steve stood and grabbed the waist of her panty and pulled them off. Just as he was about to plunge his cock into her wet, waiting kitty he said

'' Do you mind if I ask you a interrogative sentence ? '' Yvonne replied

'' Ask me anything. '' Steve then said

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

You may want to scan the good story, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Briton to before reading the following fourth installment. installment two and three ( `` Yvonne and Steve go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Sunshine State ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished. If reassessment of the following are favorable, I 'll post them.

The five calendar month flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the office and saw her baby every Sabbatum afternoon and every Wednesday eventide, except when she and Steve were traveling. She rarely saw Rob and spoke with him as seldom as possible. When she did verbalize with Rob she tormented him with crisp dig and comments 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 swelled than yours, but not so big as to hurt me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a fagot. They played tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every extra Panthera uncia she had ever gained and soon had the body of a cleaning lady half her age. Steve gave her money to consume her fuzz and nails done. Steve bought lots of squeamish wearing apparel for Yvonne. Tight sexy gym outfit, professional garb to wear to work, a puckish weasel for the beach and a nearly pellucid 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 tiddler thinking she was sold into being a sex slave for five months, she did n't know how to `` truthalize '' her level. 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 wing to induce her as his sex slave for one day and then set her free with no indebtedness ? 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 feelings grew by the day, by the hour. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their marriage ceremony back together.

Finally, the day her misrepresent servitude was due to end Yvonne told Steve `` We have to talk. Steve. I have to tell you something, to try to explain what I have to do. Oh, Steve, you know I love you. You have treated me upright than anyone ever has in my stallion lifespan. Maybe I 'm stupid person, maybe that 's because you have fucked my wit out so wonderfully well '' she said with a half laugh. `` Oh, Steve ! If it was n't for the minor ... dammit. I feel guilty for abandoning my marriage, hangdog if I abandon you, hangdog if I do n't go back to my old animation as a wife and female parent. I 'm miserable. ''

Steve listened for a prospicient 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 lifetime, that she had no choice, that she was obligated. Steve reassured her `` Yvonne, I love you. I love you plenty to stay with you forever and I love you enough to let you go. But you have to sympathise that I ca n't live on like a yo yo. If you leave me, if you go back to Rob, it 's final. I ca n't go waiting to find 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 arms, then he kissed her on the os frontale and Yvonne walked out to her car, never turning back as Steve watched her go. Steve felt more empty that he had since Nancy had died more than a year and a one-half before. Yvonne cried all the way home. She parked a block away from her dwelling and dried her eye and tried to gain her composure. Finally she slowly drove the hold up block, parked, and walked into her house. Rob was at the kitchen table.

'' how-do-you-do '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in little talk for a while, but it was as if they were barely acquaintanceship. There was no emotional connexion. The minor were out with admirer. After a patch they turned on the television set and watched some old rerun in quiet. The tike came home and spent a few bit with Yvonne before going to their rooms to talk with champion and surf the net. Yvonne went through the motions feeling empty and lonely even when Rob and the nestling 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 water wo n't go down the sump. It 's clogged. ``

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not unspoilt at home reparation, especially plumbing. Just call a plumber '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six pipe fitter before she found one who could come the next day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his gambler 's anon. meeting and the nipper were out with friends. The doorbell rang and Yvonne answered to find a fat, unshaven man in greasy boilersuit with a handsome untried man wearing shorts at his side.

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

'' Yes '' Yvonne replied. `` It 's the kitchen cesspool, in here. '' She led them though the house to the kitchen. The untested man was carrying a peter box. The older man looked under the cesspit and grunted.

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the hand truck having a heater. '' said the older man as he walked back to the front door. The younger man put his dick box down and got down on the level. He was not much older than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a boylike grin and a dimple in his buttock. He laid on his back and wriggled back under the sinkhole.

'' Do you have a bucket or a pan W. C. Handy, 'mam. '' The Cy Young man said. `` I could go to the hand truck and get one. ``

Yvonne said `` No. I mean, Yes, I have a bucket, you do n't involve to go to the truck. '' Yvonne fetched a pail and passed it to the unseasoned man. His shortstop were short and as he wriggled around they rode up and his ball spilled out. He appeared not to notice, so Yvonne said null. Damn. He had big balls. Yvonne and Rob had tried to get to jazz a few prison term. It was casual and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't substantiate how hornlike she was until she saw those beautiful offspring testicle hanging out of the leg of the boxers of the Cy Young pipe fitter. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The plumber started to talk. `` I 'm just an apprentice. Mr. Smith, he 's the professional pipe fitter. You will be paying him book rate for this job. He will inspect my work after I am done and then write you up a placard. I have another two years before I get my documentation. '' Yvonne just stared at the young musket ball hanging out of the Brigham Young man 's drawers and tried to stop shaking. She finally excused herself and went off to her bedroom to exchange clothes.

In her sleeping accommodation Yvonne ran a brush through her haircloth and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her loose-fitting jeans and fret shirt and slipped on her aphrodisiac gym outfit. The tight trying on boxers accentuated her ass and they were short-circuit enough to point a footling bit of ass cheek. She put on a thin tank top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were hard and the melt off top left her pokey highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat breathless and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The untested man scooted out from under the cesspool, looked up at her and a expression of surprise flashed across his indorsement. His eyes went right to her tits and his mouth dropped open. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that book pace is an minute and a half, and that 's what Mr. Smith will bill you, even though it took me only twenty minute of arc to fix it. ''

'' twenty dollar bill transactions ? '' Yvonne said. `` Mr. smith has probably not even finished his cigaret. Would you care some tea before you go ? '' The young man smiled an shook his head. Yvonne set about making tea. The Whitney Young man sat at the kitchen tabular array.

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

'' You do n't consume to shout out me 'Mam, my epithet is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot water supply into the tea boiler. She took two cups and two saucers out of the storage locker and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to station his cup in front of him, brushing her pull up stakes tit across his right berm. The electrical energy ran from her nipple heterosexual person to her clitoris. She could scarcely believe what she was doing. She brought the tea kettle over to the table and again, as she passed behind Collin she leaned against his back and dragged her tits across his berm. Her armored combat vehicle top had fairly flimsy straps and very large arm maw. 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 horizon of the side of meat her left tit through the arm hole of her tank car top. Collin thought she was the sexiest MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down opposite Collin and they engaged in small public lecture. She asked him about his work and what he did besides body of work and whether or not he had a girl. `` 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 PLAY rugby.

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

'' No, `` ma ... Yvonne. Not exactly. I mean, we have a squad, but it 's not evening gown. It 's just some of my couple. We call ourselves the `` T '' for Tradesmen and we play against another intimate team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to public school and university. Me and my mate, we are all tradesmen and prentice, working guys. The `` T 's '' they are mostly professionals, barristers, designer, you know, guys who do n't sweat or get dirty at work. We meet Sundays at the commons unless it rains. Why do n't you descend 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 break me your number so I can call in you beforehand to stimulate sure I have the sentence and place right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and paper and and once Sir Thomas More, leaned over his shoulder from behind pressing her tits into his back, she placed the paper in figurehead of him on the table 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 mitt 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 second joint. Yvonne trembled just a little, than gasped an almost inaudible gasp as Collin 's helping 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 death chair away from the tabular array, moved around to face him, then straddled him and sat on his lap facing him. She kissed him, open mouthed, and started grinding her pussy against his stone arduous cock. She reached down and unbuttoned the one clitoris at the top of Collin 's short circuit, worked his zipper down, and got his prick out. Yvonne 's twat was throbbing as she pulled her shorts aside and grabbed Collins stopcock and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's cock as Collin pulled her 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 peter, then sat her down on the kitchen table, laid her back, and spread her legs wide, all the time never taking his cock out of her or missing a diagonal. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen table, legs bedspread, she screamed `` Oh, Steve, fuck me ! '' Horrified Yvonne realize what she 'd said. She had called Collin Steve. Had he heard ? Did he manage ? Collin just kept pounding away like a diddlysquat hammer. Yvonne got back into the rhythm and felt her orgasm building. Collin had his oral cavity on hers again and she thrust her tongue out. Collin then gave Yvonne his tongue 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 sexual climax 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 snatch. Collin 's shorts were around his ankle joint. He pulled them up, stuffing his stopcock back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen table, smiling wickedly.

'' wellspring, 'mam. I think I 've taken care of your plumbing problem, at to the lowest degree for the time being. I practiced go get Mr. Joseph Smith so he can sign 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 chamber and changed quickly back into the dress she had worn before the plumber arrived. Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen swallow hole, then handed her a visor which Yvonne paid in immediate payment. An hour or so later Rob returned home.

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

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

Sunday after breakfast Yvonne said to Rob and the shaver `` It 's a cover girl day. Let 's all go do something outdoors. '' Rob groaned with a pained formulation on his facial expression. The kids just gave her `` The look '' that kids give whenever their parents suggest anything that takes them away from their friends. Yvonne then said ;

'' Well, it 's just too nice a day to abide home and watch the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the dishes and took a rain shower, carefully dressing in her sexiest gym turnout, then putting on her loose-fitting sweat suit over top of her gym courtship. As she left the house she said loud 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 piece of paper on which Collin had scrawled his savoir-faire and telephone numbers. She thought about calling, then decided to just show up at the park. After she parked she removed the baggy sweat suit and exited the car wearing her sexiest gym outfit, but with a sports bra under the tank top. She found her way to the area where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the field were two groups of Cy Young men. One group wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, gold and blue and emblazoned with a large `` P '' professionally embroidered on the backbone. The former mathematical group of Whitney Young men wore a hodgepodge of ragged blue jean, shorts, work boot, beat up stool pigeon, exertion shirts and T shirts. Each had a prominent `` T '' on the book binding of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a magic marker. The `` P 's '' all had expensive haircuts, and were either clean house shaven or had neatly trimmed mustache. The `` T 's '' had scraggly byssus or 3 day growths, longish tomentum and a rather tatterdemalion coming into court. Yvonne sat down and listened to the banter.

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

'' Fook you, rich, spoiled putz '' responded a T. The raillery went back and Forth as they kicked the ball around. After a while it became seeming that the T 's were not really acid or hateful, just playful. The P 's, on the other hand, really were cruddy at meter, spiteful and seemed to actually be vitiate pricks. Finally an quondam man wearing a clean 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 coordinated and good manner. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had finesse, the T 's animal posture and determination, they charged like a mob of maniac. Up and down the discipline the nut was kicked. Now and then one team or the former scored a goal. It was amazing how the animate being effectiveness of the T 's and the skill and proficiency of the P 's balanced out. They were nearly adequate. Finally, at the end, the T 's had won by a goal.

Collin came over to Yvonne and and said `` So happy 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 team to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was John the Evangelist the electrician, William who ran a endorse hoe, Syd, the welder, 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 well-favoured. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to eff all the the boy a bit. She whispered to Collin `` Do they all know ? '' Collin shook his header. 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 deal what it took to do it. Once at the pub the P 's bought a daily 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 potable were bought and everyone got a bit wino. Yvonne was not as drunk as she was acting, but she could find the glow.

One of the guy wire said `` OK boys. 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.

'' john said `` You guys sleep with I ca n't go. See you future workweek. ''

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

Collin explained to Yvonne `` John the Divine is married and his wife 's expectin'a baby. He 's tryin'to be a good husband. ``

A few blocking later they entered an older edifice and walked up four flights of stairs to Kevin 's flavourless. It was a modest flat, not princely at all. The interior decoration included a flit board, bow and arrows, and a expectant trophy comportment Kevin 's name and the name of the school he had attended along with the yr of the award. A minuscule nimble arithmetic in her head told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be more than two or three years older than her own son. Collin dragged Yvonne aside and whispered in her ear.

'' Yvonne, can I be very send with you ? I mean, like no beating 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 shaft in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a little lick and a nybble on her earlobe. Yvonne 's knee joint got weak 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 friends ? Can they look on ? Can they get in on the action too ? They all think you are a aphrodisiac MILF. ``

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

Collin spoke for the grouping ; `` Just give us the color of your traffic spark. If you say 'red fire up'we will stop whatever we are doing, I promise. You say yellow light, we will decelerate it down and take up it well-off. OK ? ``

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

'' I 'm going to bed this slut in the bum ! ''

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

'' Talk dirty to me. I 'm a married char, old enough to be the mother each and every one of you, and I want you all to screw me. Fuck my brainpower out. That makes me a slattern, so call me a trollop. ``

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

Yvonne shook her question and said ;

'' DP ? '' The boys stripped her. Their hands were all over her as they sucked her titty, fingered her pussy and ass, kissed her, French people kissed her. Someone thrust a cock in Yvonne 's expression. She grabbed it and started sucking for all she was worth. Joey picked her up and carried her to an arm chairman and sat down with Yvonne on his lap facing him and thrust his cock into her gaping dribbling bitch as he leaned back and reclined the hot seat. This gave Syd a perfect opportunity to love her in the bum, but he could n't get his cock into her loaded 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 canal. 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.

'' Yellow. yellow-bellied lighting ! ``

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

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

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

'' I want to get laid your brass. Is that OK, kick ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the affirmative again. She held Ellis'cock in her left hand and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'cock for all she was worth. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal retentive cavum with his hot, embarrassing 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 skilful enough and she looked forward to several more herculean orgasms as the Cy Young met fucked every which way. When Joey was done she felt herself being lifted off of him. Kevin and Oliver bent her over the sofa and Thomas Jackson entered her from ass, thrusting his cock into her pussy dog vogue. Jackson 's cock was a lot giving than any of the others. Yvonne was glad he was n't the one who had fucked her in the bum.

Jesse Louis Jackson 's big cock was just marvellous. Soon Yvonne felt another orgasm building. She came long and hard this sentence. As she was coming down Andrew Jackson pulled out, spin around her around and pierce his prick into her mouth and immediately let escaped with a huge squirt of cum, then another while yelling ;

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

Yvonne lost track of time, lost track of how many times she was fucked, how many tons of cum had exploded in her bum, mouth and cunt. It became a blur of beautiful untested peter fucking her like she 'd never been fucked before. Finally the boys were all spent and Yvonne was way beyond completely spent. She heard piss running and felt herself lifted up. She half opened her eyes to see that she was being carried into the bathroom. piddle was running in the tub and a big mount of lather and house of cards was foaming up. She smelled lilacs as she was gently lowered into the tub of fond pee, surrounded by unfermented smelling bath bubble.

'' Yvonne, I had a girl sustenance with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her house of cards bath. We thought you might savor a nice belch bath before you go home. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Andrew Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her feet and shoulders. They were blue and paying attention 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 evening, back at home, Yvonne acted as convention as she could, although it was difficult to take the air normally as sore as she was from all the excellent fucking she had received. Then the telephone rang. Yvonne answered.

'' Yvonne, it 's Collin. I 'm sorry to call you at home, but I have a serious problem. The Bobby 's bony us. I 'm in the caboose. We are all in the ship's galley. Can you get ? We need you to a greater extent than you can suppose. ``

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

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

'' No bail for that lad or his mates. Not with what they 've done. Are you his female parent ? ''

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

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

'' Come in '' Yvonne heard, and entered. Behind an old alloy desk sat a knockout looking woman with short whisker styled in a mannish manner. She wore plain, unflattering habiliment and no make-up.

'' What is it ? '' the cleaning lady 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. Ray Douglas Bradbury and his friends round and crew raped a young woman this afternoon, apparently after pouring spirits into her at a topical anesthetic pub. She 's in the hospital considerably the worse for wear. We are going after the maximum punishment for these brutal criminals. You ca n't see them and there will be no bail. ``

Yvonne was dumbstruck. How could the boys be so gentle with her and then pulse and rape someone else ? As a matter of fact, how could they rape another womanhood after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum various times each. Yvonne then asked ;

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

'' Between 2 p.m and 5 p.m. today '' the cleaning lady said.

Yvonne said `` But they were with me during that prison term. They could n't receive raped anyone. They were with me. ``

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's categoric. I do n't know Kevin 's net gens, 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 ennoble and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those young men are capable of forcing themselves on any woman. ''

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

'' I 'm a hook up with woman, with tyke. If I have to testify in court ... .well, it would ruin me. If there is any way to avoid it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The prosecutor blastoff back harshly `` Are you willing to testify in court ? ``

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

'' What about the dupe in the hospital ? '' said the prosecuting attorney. `` She says she watched a Rugby game, went to the pub with the squad, 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 alphabetic character on their backs. My boys that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their back. predict her. I bet she will tell you they all wore a `` P ''.

The prosecutor 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 woman conscious and able-bodied to talk with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the perpetrators had a varsity 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 speech sound, looked at Yvonne and said ;

'' Did you ever think of becoming a police tec ? You 've just solved our lawsuit. I 'll take your friends released within the time of day. Sorry for the incommodiousness. '' There was a knocking at the threshold and the John Singer Sargent walked in. `` Get that other squad rounded up and brought in as soon as potential. ''

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

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

About xlv min later Yvonne was sitting in the lobby when all the boys filed out of a side door. They ran over to Yvonne and surrounded her, hugging her and thanking her.

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

'' well '' Yvonne said. `` You might ask round me to your following game, if you can find a squad to play against. I do n't think the `` P 's '' will be on the orbit for a long, long time. Or, if you ca n't feel a team to act against, you could just receive me back up to Kevin 's '' .