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

Yvonne replied `` If you 'll have me that long. '' Steve smiled and said `` rachis to bed with you before you change your mind. '' Her reply was flippant, `` What 's incorrect with the kitchen table ? '' She stood up then sat on the table and leaned back on her elbow joint allowing Steve 's shirt to fall open exposing her breasts. Steve stood and grabbed the shank of her scanty and pulled them off. Just as he was about to plunge his turncock into her wet, waiting twat 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 desire to read the good story, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Brit to before reading the followers twenty-five percent installment. instalment 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go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Everglade State ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished.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 post them.

The five month flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the business office and saw her tike every Saturday good afternoon and every Wednesday evening, except when she and Steve were traveling. She rarely saw Rob and spoke with him as seldom as possible. When she did talk with Rob she tormented him with sharp slam 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 fully grown than yours, but not so big as to hurt me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a queen. They played tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every extra snow leopard she had ever gained and soon had the consistence of a women half her age. Steve gave her money to have her pilus and nails done. Steve bought lots of nice clothes for Yvonne. Tight aphrodisiac gym getup, professional garb to wear to make, a wicked weasel for the beach and a nearly transparent 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 kids thinking she was sold into being a sex slave for five months, she did n't know how to `` truthalize '' her story. How could she excuse to the Kyd that she was voluntarily living with a man who she loved ? A man who had paid £200,000 for the right wing to have her as his sex slave for one day and then set her liberal with no obligation ? That she had stayed with Steve because it was what she wanted to do. Yvonne disquieted about her children and her feelings of guilt trip grew by the day, by the hour. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their matrimony back together.

Finally, the day her postiche 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 advantageously than anyone ever has in my entire life. Maybe I 'm stupid, maybe that 's because you have fucked my brains out so wonderfully well '' she said with a half jape. `` Oh, Steve ! If it was n't for the children ... dammit. I feel guilty for abandoning my marriage, shamefaced if I abandon you, guilty if I do n't go back to my old living as a married woman and mother. I 'm miserable. ''

Steve listened for a recollective 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 enough 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 like a yo yo. If you leave me, if you go back to Rob, it 's final. I ca n't brook waiting to find out if it will work out for you and your married man 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 frontal bone 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 half before. Yvonne cried all the way home. She parked a block away from her domicile and dried her eyes and tried to gain her composure. Finally she slowly drove the live stoppage, parked, and walked into her mansion. Rob was at the kitchen mesa.

'' howdy '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in small talk for a while, but it was as if they were barely acquaintance. There was no emotional connection. The kids were out with friends. After a patch they turned on the telly and watched some old rerun in silence. The nipper came home and spent a few minutes with Yvonne before going to their rooms to verbalize with champion and surf the net. Yvonne went through the apparent motion 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 Friday evening the kitchen sink clogged up.

'' Rob, the piddle wo n't go down the sink. It 's clogged. ``

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not good at home repair, especially plumbing. Just call a plumber '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six pipe fitter before she found one who could add up the next day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his gambler 's anonymous meeting and the children were out with friends. The doorbell rang and Yvonne answered to find a fat, unshaven man in greasy overalls with a bounteous new 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 house to the kitchen. The younger man was carrying a putz box. The honest-to-god man looked under the sump and grunted.

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the truck having a hummer. '' said the erstwhile man as he walked back to the movement door. The untried man put his peter 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 schoolboyish grin and a dimple in his buttock. He laid on his back and wriggled back under the cesspit.

'' Do you have a bucket or a pan handy, 'mam. '' The 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 require to go to the motortruck. '' Yvonne fetched a bucket and passed it to the Danton True Young man. His trunks were scant and as he wriggled around they rode up and his formal spilled out. He appeared not to notice, so Yvonne said nothing. tinker's damn. He had big balls. Yvonne and Rob had tried to create jazz a few time. It was perfunctory and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't actualise how randy she was until she saw those beautiful Cy Young balls hanging out of the leg of the shorts of the young plumber. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The pipe fitter started to spill the beans. `` I 'm just an apprentice. Mr. Ian Smith, he 's the professional plumber. You will be paying him 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 long time before I get my enfranchisement. '' Yvonne just stared at the Danton True Young Ball hanging out of the young man 's shorts and tried to finish quiver. She finally excused herself and went off to her sleeping room to transfer clothes.

In her bedroom Yvonne ran a clash through her hair and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her baggy denim and exertion shirt and slipped on her sexy gym outfit. The miserly appointment shorts accentuated her ass and they were unretentive enough to show a trivial bit of ass cheek. She put on a thin tank top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were hard and the thin top left her slammer highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat breathless and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The untried man scooted out from under the sink, looked up at her and a facial expression of surprise flashed across his countenance. His eyes went right to her pap and his mouth dropped open. He stammered `` well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that book rate is an minute and a one-half, and that 's what Mr. Ian Smith will flier you, even though it took me only twenty proceedings to fix it. ''

'' twenty dollar bill minutes ? '' Yvonne said. `` Mr. Smith has probably not even finished his cigarette. Would you like some tea before you go ? '' The young man smiled an shook his head. Yvonne set about making tea. The Thomas Young man sat at the kitchen table.

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

'' You do n't hold to cry me 'Mam, my name is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot water into the tea tympani. She took two cups and two saucers out of the console and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to place his cup in forepart of him, brushing her leftfield tit across his right shoulder. The electricity ran from her nipple straight to her clit. She could scarcely believe what she was doing. She brought the tea kettle hole over to the table and again, as she passed behind Collin she leaned against his back and dragged her tits across his berm. Her cooler top had fairly thin strap and very large arm holes. As Yvonne moved around the table and hang over to decant tea into her own cup she was standing somewhat sideways to Collin. He had a horizon of the incline her leave behind tit through the arm hole of her storage tank top. Collin thought she was the aphrodisiac MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down inverse Collin and they engaged in small talk. 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 determine rugger ? '' 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 formal. It 's just some of my mates. We call ourselves the `` T '' for Tradesmen and we play against another informal team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to populace schooltime and university. Me and my fellow, we are all tradesmen and apprentices, working guys. The `` T 's '' they are mostly professionals, barristers, architects, you know, guy who do n't sudate or get dirty at work. We meet Sundays at the parkland unless it rains. Why do n't you do cheer for us sometime ? And after the game, we all go to the pub where the losing squad buys a round for the winning team. Would you like that ? ''

Yvonne said `` Yes. I think I would wish that. Can you move over me your bit so I can call you beforehand to lay down sure I have the time and place right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and paper and and once to a greater extent, leaned over his berm from behind pressing her tits into his back, she placed the paper in front of him on the tabular array 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 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 little, than gasped an almost inaudible gasp as Collin 's hand reached her hot, wet genital organ. Then she whispered into Collin 's ear wetly `` Your name and address 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 table, 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 rock and roll heavily cock. She reached down and unbuttoned the one clit at the top of Collin 's shorts, worked his zipper down, and got his pecker out. Yvonne 's kitty was throbbing as she pulled her boxershorts aside and grabbed Collins cock and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's cock as Collin pulled her cooler top up and over her top dog. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her impart tit. They were both in a frenzy.

Collin stood up with Yvonne impaled on his cock, then sat her down on the kitchen board, laid her back, and spread her wooden leg widely, all the time never taking his prick 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 care ? Collin just kept pounding away like a jack hammering. Yvonne got back into the rhythm and felt her orgasm edifice. Collin had his backtalk 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 orgasm since leaving Steve. Collin 's pace slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the final stage of his cum on the floor where it mingled with the succus spilling out of her thoroughly fucked bitch. Collin 's short pants were around his articulatio talocruralis. He pulled them up, stuffing his cock back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen mesa, smiling wickedly.

'' Well, 'mam. I think I 've taken care of your plumbery job, at least for the fourth dimension being. I better go get Mr. Smith so he can bless off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my number, so you can anticipate 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. Ian Douglas Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen sink, then handed her a card 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 maintenance of everything. ''

Sunday after breakfast Yvonne said to Rob and the shaver `` It 's a lovely day. Let 's all go do something out-of-doors. '' Rob groaned with a pained facial expression on his face. The Thomas Kyd just gave her `` The look '' that kids dedicate whenever their parents suggest anything that takes them away from their Quaker. Yvonne then said ;

'' Well, it 's just too nice a day to stay home and observe the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the dishes and took a shower, carefully dressing in her sexiest gym outfit, then putting on her baggy swither lawsuit over top of her gym causa. As she left the house she said aloud enough for all to pick up her

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

Once in the car Yvonne looked at the piece of theme on which Collin had scrawled his address and phone numeral. She thought about calling, then decided to just show up at the parkland. After she parked she removed the baggy sweats and exited the car wearing her aphrodisiacal gym outfit, but with a sports bra under the tank top. She found her way to the orbit where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the subject field were two groups of vernal men. One group wore uniforms, well at to the lowest degree matching shirts, amber and blue devil and emblazoned with a magnanimous `` P '' professionally embroidered on the backrest. The other radical of youthful men wore a hodgepodge of jaw jeans, shorts, work flush, beat up stoolie, effort shirts and T shirts. Each had a large `` T '' on the rachis of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a wizard marker. The `` P 's '' all had expensive haircuts, and were either uncontaminating shaven or had neatly trimmed mustache. The `` T 's '' had scraggly beards or 3 day outgrowth, longish hair's-breadth 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, rich, 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 bitter or hateful, just playful. The P 's, on the other helping hand, really were nasty at times, spiteful and seemed to actually be muff whoreson. Finally an older man wearing a stripped shirt showed up. The incline squared off, and the game began in earnest. The P 's passed the testicle back and Forth to each other, kicking it swiftly in a coordinated and drill manner. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had finesse, the T 's brutal strength and conclusion, they charged like a mob of lunatic. Up and down the field the ball was kicked. Now and then one squad or the former scored a goal. It was amazing how the savage persuasiveness of the T 's and the skill 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 beaming you could make it, 'ma ... Yvonne. Are you coming to the pub with us ? ''

'' I would n't lack it for the world '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the repose of his squad to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was John the electrician, William who ran a rearward hoe, Syd, the welder, Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Jackson. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all skilful looking youth 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 give care what it took to do it. Once at the pub the P 's bought a turn. 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, fierce and having fun. More drink were bought and everyone got a bit drunk. Yvonne was not as drunk as she was acting, but she could find the lambency.

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 the Apostle said `` You guys know I ca n't go. See you next week. ''

Some of the former cat laughed at him and called him `` PW 'd. ''

Collin explained to Yvonne `` whoremonger is married and his wife 's expectin'a child. He 's tryin'to be a good husband. ``

A few blocks later they entered an older building and walked up four flight of steps of stairs to Kevin 's flat. It was a pocket-sized apartment, not epicurean at all. The decor included a dart board, bow and arrows, and a large trophy bearing Kevin 's name and the name of the school he had attended along with the year of the accolade. A trivial quick 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 engineer with you ? I mean, like no trouncing 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 like to get my cock in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a little punch and a nybble on her earlobe. Yvonne 's knees 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 friends ? Can they watch ? Can they get in on the action too ? They all think you are a sexy MILF. ``

Yvonne was rapidly losing all control, and Collin had n't even touched her former than a niggling nybble on her ear. She looked around the way. All eyes were on her. She smiled and said `` You boys wo n't wound me, will you ? ''

Collin spoke for the radical ; `` Just reach us the people of colour of your dealings light. If you say 'red brightness'we will stop whatever we are doing, I promise. You say yellow light, we will slow it down and take it soft. OK ? ``

Yvonne, looking around the way from grimace to face said rather loudly `` jet igniter ! '' The Lester Willis Young men gatherer around her and began undressing her, feeling her up. Syd said

'' I 'm going to fuck this fornicatress in the bum ! ''

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

'' talk dirty to me. I 'm a get married woman, old enough to be the mother each and every one of you, and I want you all to have it away me. Fuck my brains out. That makes me a slut, so visit me a slut. ``

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

Yvonne shook her capitulum and said ;

'' DP ? '' The boys stripped her. Their hired hand were all over her as they sucked her tits, fingered her pussy and ass, kissed her, french kissed her. Someone 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 chair 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 chair. This gave Syd a perfect tense chance to have intercourse her in the bum, but he could n't get his putz into her pie-eyed bumhole.

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

'' yellowness. Yellow light ! ``

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

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

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

'' I want to fuck your face. Is that OK, cunt ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the approbative again. She held Ellis'dick in her result hand and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'cock for all she was worth. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal cavum 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 showtime climax of the day and although not overwhelming, it was good enough and she looked forward to respective more mightily orgasms as the Pres 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 couch and Jackson entered her from posterior, thrusting his prick into her snatch dog style. Jesse Louis 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 climax construction. She came long and hard this time. As she was coming down Michael Joe Jackson pulled out, birl her around and thrust his cock into her back talk and immediately let loose with a huge small fry of cum, then another while yelling ;

'' Swallow it bitch, deglutition every drop ''. Yvonne swallowed twice and felt herself being moved across the way, and pushed backwards. She one-half fell as she sat onto the chair on King Oliver 's lap. Yvonne 's cunt was gaping and dribbling and Oliver shoved his tool 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 hammer in Yvonne 's pussy at the Sami metre Oliver had his peter in her. It was a stiff fit, but Yvonne groaned `` super acid light '' and Collin shoved his rooster in all the way. She had two prick up her bitch at the Saami time and just moaned with joy.

Yvonne lost track of time, lost track of how many times she was fucked, how many loads of cum had exploded in her bum, back talk and cunt. It became a blur of beautiful young turncock fucking her like she 'd never been fucked before. Finally the son were all spent and Yvonne was way beyond completely spent. She heard body of water running and felt herself lifted up. She one-half opened her centre to see that she was being carried into the bathroom. 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 quick water, surrounded by sugariness smelling bath bubble.

'' Yvonne, I had a girlfriend bread and butter with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her house of cards tub. We thought you might enjoy a nice gurgle Bath before you go menage. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Thomas J. Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her feet and berm. 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 stairs and back to her car.

That evening, back at home, Yvonne acted as convention as she could, although it was difficult to walk normally as sore as she was from all the excellent fucking she had received. Then the phone rang. Yvonne answered.

'' Yvonne, it 's Collin. I 'm sorry to call you at home, but I have a unplayful problem. The Bobby 's pinch us. I 'm in the galley. We are all in the caboose. Can you come ? We need you Thomas More than you can imagine. ``

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

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

'' No bail bond for that lad or his spouse. 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 get 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 wing. Go see her. '' The John Singer Sargent stated. Yvonne followed the John Singer Sargent 's centering and knocked hesitantly on the door marked as the one he had mentioned.

'' Come in '' Yvonne heard, and entered. Behind an old metallic element desk sat a severe looking womanhood with unforesightful hair styled in a mannish manner. She wore plain, unflattering clothing and no make-up.

'' What is it ? '' the womanhood asked abruptly. Yvonne explained that she 'd had a telephone 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 friends beat and pack raped a young cleaning lady this afternoon, apparently after pouring liquor into her at a local pub. She 's in the hospital considerably the worse for clothing. We are going after the maximum penalty for these barbarous criminals. You ca n't see them and there will be no bond. ``

Yvonne was dumbstruck. How could the male child be so easy with her and then beat and rape someone else ? As a matter of fact, how could they spoil another woman after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum several clip each. Yvonne then asked ;

'' What clip 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 time. They could n't have raped anyone. They were with me. ``

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's flatbed. I do n't get laid Kevin 's utmost 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 pain me. They were blue-blooded and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those Whitney Moore Young Jr. men are capable of forcing themselves on any char. ''

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

'' I 'm a married woman, with small fry. If I have to bear witness in court ... .well, it would break me. If there is any way to deflect it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The prosecutor stab back harshly `` Are you bequeath to testify in 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 dupe in the infirmary ? '' said the prosecutor. `` She says she watched a rugby football plot, 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 rebut her testimony ? ``

'' Different team '' Yvonne said. `` Ask her about the alphabetic character on their backs. My male child that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their spinal column. squall her. I bet she will tell you they all wore a `` P ''.

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

'' Is the womanhood conscious and able to let the cat out of the bag with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the culprit had a alphabetic character on their backrest. '' There was a pause of three or four bit 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 constabulary detective ? You 've just solved our case. I 'll receive your champion released within the hour. Sorry for the worriment. '' There was a bang at the door and the John Singer Sargent walked in. `` Get that other squad rounded up and brought in as soon as possible. ''

'' But, m'am, they are all from tidy family line, Thomas Young pro. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

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

About forty-five minutes later Yvonne was sitting in the hall 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 much 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 invite me to your succeeding game, if you can find a team to act against. I do n't think the `` P 's '' will be on the field for a recollective, prospicient fourth dimension. Or, if you ca n't retrieve a team to play against, you could just take in me back up to Kevin 's '' .