****** Cindy at the Beach by G-boy ******
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Cindy at the Beach


Cindy Potter couldn't believe this was happening. She cursed herself again for
drinking so much the night before. The pretty seventeen-year-old struggled
against the rough ropes futilely. Her blonde hair was streaked with sweat, her
pouting lips obscured by duct tape. Her blue eyes watched as Bobby Bordelon, an
eighteen-year-old boy that she'd known all of her life, casually stripped off
his clothing. Had she not been bound, had the tape not covered her mouth, she
would have laughed at his physique. He barely stood as tall as her five feet
six inch frame, his sunken chest was no comparison to her own thirty six C, his
slight paunch probably matched her own twenty eight inch waist, but her thirty
five inch hips certainly looked better than his thick hips. She certainly would
have laughed at his slender five-inch erection. Her blind boyfriend, Jason
Reynolds, also eighteen, sported a tree trunk compared to this pathetic boy's
manhood. She wished someone could sense her danger; they were probably only a
hundred yards away, in the bright Mississippi sunlight, splashing in the blue-
brown waters of the Gulf of Mexico.

Almost from the start, this trip seemed to be doomed. First, Muriyito Asahi, a
pretty Japanese girl's parents said she couldn't go. Then Brian Jacobson's dad,
Rocky, suffered a stroke and Brian had to run Rocky's Gym. It looked like he
would even have to forget about college, at least for a while. Then, Danni
Michaels' parents threatened to kick their only daughter out on her ear if she
went anywhere with Cordell Wilson, her eighteen-year-old boyfriend. The fact
that Danni was a pretty little blonde and Cordell was a tall African-American
youth was the main reason they forbade any involvement with the boy. He was a
smart, friendly, loving young man; had he been white they would have accepted
him with open arms. The Reynolds were so afraid to let their blind son out of
their protective clutches, but finally relinquished control. Then, Lindy's
mother got sick. Lindy, a beautiful seventeen year old with pale skin and dark
eyes on top of a four foot ten inch body, didn't want to go with her mother
being ill, but the Carters insisted that their daughter go and have this trip
before college began.

When they finally arrived at the beach resort, the desk clerk claimed he
couldn't find any reservations under Potter. It wasn't until Adam, her eighteen
year old brother remembered that their stepfather had made the reservations for
them, under his name of Sam Villeaux, that they were given the keys. They
finally pulled their sticky bodies out of the two vehicles, Danni's small
Toyota and Lindy's Jeep, and into the cool air of the beach cabin. Then, the
fun was finally underway. Lindy and Adam, hand in hand, went to wash the road
grime from each other's bodies. She watched with some jealousy, as her older
brother, with his six-foot tall muscular body and curly brown hair, and her
lover disappeared, giggling like kids, into the bathroom. Jason, his scalp
gleaming through his crew cut, helped her unload the Jeep, while Cordell good-
naturedly took orders from his girlfriend and unloaded her car.Adam and Lindy,
Cindy and Jason, and Cordell and Danni all fought for who would get the master
bedroom, with its large king-sized bed and private bathroom, and who would get
the spare bedroom, and who would get the sofa. They would be there for seven
days, six nights, and it was finally agreed that they would each get two nights
in each room. Cindy and Jason started off in the spare bedroom, and then the
sofa, and last night, she and Jason moved their belongings into the sumptuous
room.

And now she was tied to the large bedposts. They'd joked about that when they'd
seen the bed. She certainly wasn't laughing now.

"What you think about this, huh?" Bobby smirked and thrust his cock forward.
"Going to have fun, shoving this up your big fat ass."

Her ass was not fat. Nicely rounded, especially in tight shorts, or the skimpy
bikini she'd frolicked around in yesterday. That's when they'd noticed that
Bobby was also in Gulfport. He'd acted surprised to see them, but it had been
fairly common knowledge the last days of school that the eight friends and
lovers were heading out there. He'd been an unwelcome hanger-on as they played
on the beach or ran through the waves. They didn't want to be impolite, but
none of them were sorry to see him go as dark descended.

"And them fucking titties! Oh, baby, I been waiting since seventh grade to wrap
them around my dick, shoot my come all over them!" he went on.

He reached into the small nylon bag he'd had with him when he'd walked in and
surprised her. Had she not been so hung over, she'd have easily overpowered
him, but he had the element of surprise and her groggy state on his side. He
pulled out a large needle and a disposable cigarette lighter. He held the point
to the flame, heating the needle.

"But first, I'm going to let everybody know you're my bitch now," he laughed.

She struggled frantically as he leered at her. He dropped the cigarette lighter
onto her heaving belly and she jerked. The metal was hot. In one hand he
cruelly grabbed her right breast and roughly rubbed her dark pink nipple until
it poked up. She screamed into the tape when she realized what he was going to
do with the hot needle. She'd toyed with the idea of piercing her nipples, but
the idea of pain had kept her from doing this. She convulsed as the sharp point
jabbed into her sensitive skin. A split second later, the searing heat coursed
throughout her breast and she writhed in agony. He was slow, deliberate, and he
pulled the needle all the way through. She almost vomited as pinpoints of blood
appeared at her nipple's wounds, and he smiled at his handiwork. Picking up the
lighter, he walked around to the other side, and repeated the slow agonizing
process. With a sob, she relieved herself onto the bed's mattress. To add
insult to injury, he laughed as the golden liquid spurted out of her smooth
pussy. He removed some large, gaudy earrings from his bag and roughly hooked
them through her new wounds.

"Don't worry, I made sure they was the non-allergic ones, wouldn't want your
tits to rot and fall off," he smirked as he admired his handiwork.

He'd picked them up at a beachfront shop. They were large gold hoops that had
ten strands of tiny turquoise and gold beads dangling down. He'd picked the
turquoise ones, to match her blue eyes. He knew she wouldn't appreciate them;
she was such a self-centered little bitch.

At the beach, Adam carefully watched Jason. The youth hated displaying his
handicap, so he refused to use his cane. Jason tugged his baggy trunks up and
waited for the next wave to pummel into him. His big smile was evident, even as
Adam sat on the large towel and baked in the sun. He looked over at his
girlfriend, under her large umbrella, and smiled a big grin of his own. So
pale, under an umbrella, big floppy hat and large sunglasses, and a heavy layer
of sunscreen, she still managed to get a pink sunburn. Her large thirty eight-
D breasts were pushed up by the tight black swimsuit's top, while her ample
buttocks were encased in black strips. Her short legs stuck out and she smiled
over at him. 'Love you' her tiny mouth formed, and he smiled broader. It was
hard to believe that four months ago he was sucking his boyfriend's cock and
plunging his own cock into Paul's ass, while a few feet away, in his sister's
bedroom, this small seventeen year old was waiting for him to open up his eyes.
He looked and sat up, worried. Jason bobbed to the surface, and he breathed a
sigh of relief. He wondered what was keeping Cindy. She was so much better with
Jason. They seemed to have a rhythm. Danni ran by, squealing, as Cordell,
carrying a bucket of water, followed. For the hundredth time, Adam wondered
about Cordell's taste in women. Danni, with her short blonde hair, was cute,
even somewhat pretty, but she had such a profusion of hair everywhere. Her
underarms, her belly, her pubic region. Oddly enough, she shaved her legs
smooth. He heard a splash and a scream, and then Cordell raced by again, a wet
and mad Danni in hot pursuit. Her red bikini top had little to hold in, and her
bottom did not hide the thicket of hair. He looked into Lindy's dark eyes, and
saw that she was not smiling anymore. She swept her long dark hair aside, and
looked over her shoulder at the cabin. She twirled her sunglasses in agitation.
Finally she got to her feet and pulled the robe on over her short overly
developed body.

"I'm going to see what's keeping Cindy," she said, and lightly kissed him. "You
keep an eye on Jason."

Jason would have rankled if he'd heard her say this, but he happily splashed in
the waves a few hundred feet away. She deftly dodged his hand as he tried to
pinch her buttock, and sashayed toward the cabin. He watched her hips sway and
felt his cock begin to swell in his tight trunks.

"Hey, baby, grab me a beer, would you?" he called out.

Last night, they'd slept on the sofa. The bed itself wasn't too bad, but it was
in the living room, which everyone seemed to traipse through constantly.
Finally, at three o'clock, everyone else seemed to be safely in their own beds,
and Lindy had wiggled her buttocks against his turgid cock.

"Do it," she'd breathed. "In my ass."

His seven-inch cock swelled even further at the idea of this, and the
circumference, slightly larger around than a beer can, was soon trapped in the
tight hot friction of her rectum. Side by side, they'd rocked and stifled their
groans until his cock twitched and spurted deep into her hot bowels. As they
woke up the next morning, she asked him the same thing she asked him every time
she first lay eyes on him, whether they'd been together all night, or parted
ways and came back together.

"You still love me?" she asked.

To which he used to respond, "More today than yesterday."

Once he'd asked her why she always asked him this.

"You probably don't remember this, but when you were in the seventh grade, and
got held back and me and Cindy went in the seventh grade the next year, I had
such a crush on you," she told him.

"Really? I never knew that," he smiled.

"Yeah, well, it's not like it would have mattered anyway. If you remember, I
was a short fat ugly blob back then," she said, and looked away.

"Yeah, well, you're not anymore," he said, and kissed her shoulder.

"Not outside," she agreed. "Adam, inside I'll always be the short little fat
kid that would have died for you to show me any attention at all. And, now,
it's still so hard to believe that I'm really lucky enough to be with you. You
still love me?"

"Inside and out," was his new response. "And, Lindy?"

"Yes?" her smile dazzled him, as did the little tear that trickled down her
cheek.

"I'm the lucky one," he said.

"Well, you've got the right idea," Bobby chortled. "I think I have to take a
leak too!"

Thus saying, he grabbed his penis and aimed it directly at her wounded breasts.
She writhed and choked on her own vomit as his acrid urine splattered onto her
chest, neck, and face and ran down in rivulets. Silently she screamed Lindy's
name. She couldn't breathe; the tape was over her lips, and vomit spurted out,
blocking her nostrils. He finished his obscene duty and laughed as he wiped his
dripping cock into a handful of her hair. She lost consciousness at this point.
As blackness descended, she thought, "Dear God, please tell everyone I love
them."

Bobby had barely entered her hot shaved cunt when he spurted. His excitement
undaunted, he prepared to finally get into that beautiful ass that he'd lusted
over since seventh grade.

"Cindy!" Lindy screamed as she looked at the soiled body on the bed.

Bobby, his cock buried deep in Cindy's anus, didn't hear the front door slam,
or Lindy's calling out as she walked through the cabin. He turned as he heard
her scream, and their eyes locked for a split second, before he pulled his shit
stained dick out of Cindy's body and lunged for the small bitch that had
laughed at him throughout their Senior year together at Asbury High School.

Lindy Carter had been the school's star softball pitcher, a surprise to
everyone, especially her, as she'd never been interested in sports, and she
used that talent now as she hurled the unopened can of beer at Bobby's face. It
made a solid thunk as it cracked into his forehead. She ran outside and
screamed for Adam, Cordell, Danni, Jason, anybody to come help her. Jason was
the last one to enter the cabin, but he was the one with the presence of mind
to call for an ambulance and police. Adam and Cordell worked feverishly to
revive Cindy, while Danni used the cut ropes to hog tie the unconscious
BobbyThe management of the hotel was very concerned as the police and ambulance
came screaming up and a crowd of spectators gathered outside.

The paramedics revived Cindy, and by the time the ambulance reached the
hospital, she was groaning in agony. Police talked briefly with her while a
photographer snapped embarrassing photos of her. She was extremely embarrassed
and was relieved when a kindly female intern finally removed the offensive
earrings from her tortured nipples. They, along with the needle and lighter, as
well as the rope and tape were put into evidence bags. Down the hall, a doctor
examined the x-rays of Bobby's skull and smiled in wonder. The bone had chipped
and there was the perfect indentation of a beer can in his skull. He did have a
medium grade concussion, but barring any major swelling would be fit for
transfer to jail by the next morning. He chuckled again, and looked at the
group of teenagers that loitered in the hallway. He nodded to the detective
that stood outside Bobby's door.

"So, which boy threw the beer can at him? Odds are, it's that big black boy,"
he said.

"Nope, it were that little girl," he said, and nodded at Lindy.

"Jimmy, you've been a liar since you was a baby," the doctor laughed and
prepared to do his rounds.

"Ain't lying," Jimmy said.

"Did I kill him?" Lindy asked the doctor.

"No, little girl, he'll just have a hell of a headache for the next few days,"
the doctor said, eyebrows raised.

"See? What I told you?" Jimmy laughed.

The doctor and Jimmy pulled a struggling Lindy away from Bobby's door.

The trip home was a sober one. A few weeks later, Cindy, Lindy, and Adam began
their freshman semester at Texas State University. Cordell and Danni went to
Illinois State. True to their word, the Michaels disowned their daughter, and
Mrs. Wilson tried to, but she couldn't bring herself to hate her son, even if
he was dating a white girl. Within weeks of his leaving for Illinois, he got a
letter from his momma, saying she loved him, and would accept Danni as her
daughter. Jason Reynolds broke up with Cindy, after constant pressure from his
parents finally wore him down.

"Why buy the God damned cow, if you're getting the milk for free?" his father
yelled. "And, God only knows how many other people been milking that cow."

Bobby Bordelon's trial was slated for the second week in December. October
ninth, Paula Carter could no longer ignore the lingering influenza symptoms
that had her worn down to a frazzle, and she went to her doctor. Jake Carter
was summoned to the doctor's office, and husband and wife received the news
that Paula Carter, always in good health, had cancer of the liver. Within two
weeks of the diagnosis, she lapsed into a coma and died.

"Mommy!" Lindy sobbed at the casket that held the shell of her mother. "Mommy,
no! You need to be here! I need you!"

Jake Carter was numb as he watched his only daughter sob. His two sons, home
from the military on leave, tried to help their baby sister and father as much
as possible. The Villeauxs were wonderful, taking care of all of the
arrangements, and he mumbled his thanks. The minister of their church gave a
wonderful eulogy, but Jake felt that he'd left out the many nights she'd sat
and held their only daughter as she suffered rejection and pain. He'd left out
her fierce determination to hold the family together while his job moved them
from town to town. He skipped over the beautiful clothing she'd made for her
little girl and her tears when no one seemed to notice the little girl's
beauty. He didn't seem to realize that the two boys, while reluctant to leave
home, had the courage to do so because of her.

The clouds threatened to dump rain on the cold Louisiana crowd as they placed
Paula's casket into its final resting-place. A blank tombstone stood next to
hers, where Jake planned to have his own body placed when his time came.

"Bye, Mommy, I love you," Lindy murmured, as she held her father's large hand.

He'd never realized just how small she was. Of course he knew she was short,
but her tiny hand disappeared in his. She barely reached his chest as she stood
next to him. His two sons stood, ramrod straight, tears in their eyes, and they
turned and left the cemetery.

Thank God the neighbors and Lindy's friends had prepared some meals. Except for
the barbecue pit, Jake didn't know how to cook. He didn't feel much like
eating, but chewed and swallowed as Lindy put plates in front of him. After a
week, he finally turned to her and said, "Honey, you need to get back to
school."

"I'm not going back to Texas," she said as she stacked the dishwasher.

"The hell you're not!" he said and slammed his hand on the table. "You need a
college degree!"

"I'm transferring to the University of Louisiana," she said. "Daddy, you need
me, and."

"I'm a grown man! I can take care of myself!" he roared.

"No, you can't!" she screamed back. "You haven't been to work in a week! You
haven't paid any of the bills! You can't even open a can!"

"I'll learn!" he protested.

"No, Daddy, let me take care of you," she sobbed and climbed into his lap.

"What about Adam?" he quietly asked as he rocked her. "And Cindy?"

"Adam's miserable at Texas, he's already enrolled for next semester at
Louisiana. And, Cindy's too scared to go anywhere without one of us around,"
Lindy sobbed.

Lindy and Cindy had already enrolled at Texas State, making sure that they had
all the same classes. They couldn't manage to get a dorm room together, but
they knew they'd be only a few rooms apart. After the attack, however, the
dormitory scheduler agreed to give them a room together. Cindy, always so
bubbly, so outgoing, so friendly, was a virtual recluse in her room, with the
door tightly bolted whenever Lindy wasn't there. Adam had a few of the same
classes, but he found himself having to walk Cindy to all of her classes, even
with Lindy right next to them. Dates were out of the question, unless they
wanted to have Cindy between them. Adam knew he fully loved Lindy, and that she
fully loved him, as they did not wither from the lack of contact. Even though
they were not able to enjoy a sexual relationship, they enjoyed each other's
company. As for the sexual relationship between Lindy and Cindy, they'd tried
once since the attack. Cindy's excitement dried up and tears fell as she
shuddered in revulsion. Lindy's tiny mouth had encircled one of her nipples,
and Cindy's blood ran cold. Lindy felt the withdrawal and looked up into
Cindy's blank eyes. She stopped and held her lover tightly as Cindy sobbed
helplessly into Lindy's large breasts. Since that night, their intimacy was
simply kisses and hand holding. Cindy even tried once to masturbate, but felt
so disfigured, so disgusting, that she burst into tears.

Cathy Villeaux and her husband, Captain Sam, were delighted to have Cindy and
Adam at home again, but Cathy worried about her daughter. Since the attack,
she'd been withdrawn, skittish. Before, the pretty blonde had been so warm, so
outgoing. Now, unless someone else was with her, she just stayed in her room.
She played, almost despondently, with her six-month-old baby sister, Faith. The
infant seemed to notice the change, too. The baby seemed to be less animated
around Cindy.

The trial got underway, with the prosecution, Sammy Martin, presenting the
mountain of evidence against Robert Bordelon, Junior. He was being charged with
kidnapping, false imprisonment, sodomy and rape, and reckless disregard for
human life. His defense, Bubba Johnson, did not dispute any of the evidence,
but promised the twelve men and women of the jury that he would prove Bobby was
only guilty of giving in to the invitations of a slut.

"And, you can see here, on the left breast, the teeth marks the defendant
inflicted. We compared his teeth with these marks and they were a conclusive
match," the forensic pathologist stated. "And, in this picture, you can see the
cauterization of her nipple from the hot needle he used to pierce the flesh."

"And, did the photograph determine that the 'alleged' victim did not invite the
defendant to fondle her breasts? Nuzzle them? Leave accidental love bites on
them?" Bubba asked. "Do any of the numerous intimate photographs you collected
show that she did not, in fact want her nipples pierced? That is, after all,
quite the fashion in some big cities."

"No sir, but I can't see wanting."

"Thank you, no further questions," Bubba smirked.

"There were traces of seminal fluids in and around the victim's vagina which
were a conclusive match for the defendant's blood type, and her anus showed
signs of penetration," the doctor stated. "Also, given the fact that Mr.
Bordelon's penis had fecal matter on it when he was brought in, it was apparent
that he had penetrated her vagina, ejaculated, and then penetrated her rectum."

"Did you do further tests on the seminal fluids, Doctor?" Sammy asked.

"Yes, the DNA of the defendant's blood and the seminal fluids were a match."

"Did your examination determine whether or not this alleged victim was a virgin
prior to this, uh, encounter?" Bubba asked.

"Uh, no sir, it did not appear that there was any rupturing of the hymen during
this attack," the doctor admitted.

"Move to strike, your honor! The state has yet to present any conclusive
evidence that this was an attack and not an invitation!" Bubba yelled.

"Your honor, we are setting forth evidence that proves that this was an
assault," Sammy protested.

"Well, until such a time comes, if ever, I move that this incident be referred
to as such, an incident," Bubba argued.

"So ordered," the judge said.

"Your honor!" Sammy protested.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Martin, but Mr. Johnson is right," the judge apologized. "I
will amend this order if and when it is prudent, but until such time, we will
refer to the events in question as an incident."

"And, Doctor, when you examined Miss Potter's rectum, what did you find?" Bubba
went on.

"Slight swelling of the tissues and mild tearing of the lining," the doctor
blushed.

"And, were you able to determine whether or not the defendant did indeed cause
this swelling, or the tears described?" Bubba went on.

"No sir, we determined that the defendant did not cause this reaction, not with
his penis, at any rate," the doctor blushed deeper.

"How so? Was the defendant's penis erect or flaccid when you examined it?"
Bubba smirked at the jury.

"Flaccid," the doctor admitted.

"Then, how could you make the statement that Mr. Bordelon's penis did not cause
the symptoms you described? I mean, after all, the penis usually swells to a
much larger state when it is erect, does it not?" Bubba went on.

"From the initial examination, I determined that even if Robert Bordelon's
penis swelled to twenty times its flaccid state during arousal, which is highly
unlikely, it was still too small to have caused the swelling of the tissues or
the lacerations of the lining," the doctor stated.

Bubba and Bobby blushed in embarrassment as the courtroom erupted in guffaws.
From her seat behind the prosecution's table, Cindy blushed and simmered in
rage. Sammy had told her at the start of the proceedings, the defense would try
to make it look as if she'd invited this attack. The best thing she could do is
keep her mouth shut until it was her turn to testify.

"So, what you are telling us is that Miss Potter had recently engaged in uh,
the act of sodomy, prior to the actions of my client?" Bubba asked.

When Cindy Potter was twelve years old, she'd discovered masturbation. She'd
heard some older girls talking and giggling about it, and she'd listened
carefully as she sat on the toilet. When she'd gotten home that night, she
locked herself into her bathroom and stripped her clothing off. The breasts
were just beginning to show, and she liked the way they felt when she pressed
on them. The dark nipples swelled and became slightly painful, but not in a bad
way. Then her fingers gingerly stroked, then parted the lightly furred and
puffy lips of her vagina. A small bump at the juncture almost caused her to
fall down when she rubbed it. More vigorously, she rubbed and touched her now
wet inner lips and this bump. She shook and groaned as her first orgasm raced
through her slender body.

The next few weeks she listened avidly to the girls as they smoked their
cigarettes and talked about nasty things. One girl in particular seemed to know
the most about what none of them really knew much about. She accused another
girl of 'doing it up the butt,' and Cindy couldn't wait to get home. Her
hairbrush handle seemed to be the appropriate thing, and she gingerly slid it
into her rectum. The orgasm brought on by tugging and rubbing her clitoris was
intensified a thousand fold by the hairbrush handle in her anus. Anal
stimulation became a regular part of her masturbation, and later, her sex life.

The night before the attack, Cindy had sucked Jason's ten-inch cock to its
third erection of the night, and pushed him on his back. She reached behind
herself and pulled her buttocks wide apart. The flared head pressed against her
anus and she gasped. With grunts and groans, she lowered her twitching rectum
onto his massive erection. The feeling was intense and she had to rest as his
hands grasped and pulled at her swinging breasts. Finally, she was able to
raise herself slightly and drop her stretched anal cavity down again. Within
moments, both were groaning and thrusting toward orgasm. She grasped her
clitoris and tugged on it furiously as his cock emptied into her bowels. She
rested on Jason's chest as his penis softened and shrank within the hot
confines, and finally, with a loud fart, her rectum released his cock.

"Oh, God, I love your big cock up my ass," she groaned as she caught her
breath.

"That's another thing we have in common," Jason laughed and they dropped off to
sleep his come oozing out of her stretched anus.

"We performed CPR on the female victim," the paramedic was saying.

"Your honor!" Bubba called out again.

"I'm sorry. On the female patient, and she regained consciousness enroute to
the hospital," he corrected himself.

"And, were you able to determine what the cause of the patient's loss of
consciousness?" Sammy asked.

"Yes sir, she'd suffocated on her own vomit, which she would have been able to
expel, except for the tape placed over her mouth," he said.

"Did you see this tape you allege was placed over her mouth?" Bubba asked.

"Yes sir, it was wadded up on the bed, where her brother and a friend had
placed it after they removed it," he said.

"But you did not see it on her mouth?" Bubba asked.

"No sir," he admitted.

"So, you have no idea whether or not it was placed there before you got there,
to look as if it had been over her mouth or not, isn't that right?" Bubba
smirked.

"Well, sir, it had traces of the victim's, uh, patient's vomit on the sticky
side, and her lipstick pattern was visible," the paramedic smirked.

"And, when we informed the defendant that he was under arrest, he claimed that
it had been consensual. But the ligature marks around the victim's wrists and
ankles, along with the other signs of a struggle, the items found at the scene
and in the defendant's bag, suggested that the victim did not consent to this,"
Jimmy stated.

"Did the victim ever, in any way make any statement that may have indicated
that this was not a vicious attack? That she did consent to this?" Sammy asked
Jimmy.

"No sir, quite the opposite," Jimmy stated. "Her statement was that she'd been
asleep when the defendant entered the room, that he'd successfully bound and
gagged her before she was fully conscious, and that, despite her attempts to
get away, the defendant continued to act in a manner unwelcome to the
defendant."

"And, how did the defendant gain access to a locked cabin, unless one of the
other guests, or possibly the alleged 'victim' herself, gave the defendant a
key?" Bubba asked, while facing the jury.

"We later ascertained that the defendant walked up to the hotel's registration
desk and claimed to be a guest that had lost his room key. The assistant
manager, a Miss Melancon, charged the defendant a ten dollar replacement fee,
and issued him another key," Jimmy said.

He'd flirted with the woman; a pimple faced woman in her late twenties, and
acted appropriately contrite about losing his key, probably while swimming in
the Gulf. She'd fantasized about taking him up to her apartment, and spanking
him for being so naughty and careless. When she'd gotten off of work that
night, she'd stripped out of her drab uniform and imagined his hands roaming
over her stick figure body, over her scraggly strands of pubic hair, and
obediently licking her to several orgasms before she allowed him to masturbate
himself to ejaculation, into a cup. Then, they would share the sticky contents
of the cup between them. The following day, after the police left, she was
summarily dismissed. Her new boss, an equally unattractive woman in her late
fifties, enjoyed humiliating Miss Melancon and forcing her to perform oral
pedicures while ensconced under her desk.

Cindy recounted the events of that morning while Bobby Bordelon glared
hatefully at her. The prosecution finished and Bubba sprang into action. She
glared hatefully at the large man with the bright red beard as he swaggered
toward her.

"When you greeted the defendant the day before this supposed attack, what were
you wearing?" he asked.

"It wasn't a supposed attack," Cindy snapped.

"Miss Potter, please answer my questions. Now, what were you wearing when my
client happened to bump into you?" Bubba snapped.

"He didn't happen to bump into us either, He knew where we would be," Cindy
shrilled.

"Oh? He's a mind reader?" Bubba smirked.

"No, but everybody knew we would be at Gulfport," Cindy barked.

"Everybody?"

"All of our friends," Cindy said, after drinking a sip of water.

"Is Bobby Bordelon a friend?" Bubba asked.

"No, he is not," Cindy denied.

"Yet, you performed oral sex on him. Tell me, Miss Potter, do you perform oral
sex on all of your casual acquaintances?" Bubba smirked.

Cindy's face went white. Her mother put her head down. Sam's entire body went
rigid with anger at the treatment his stepdaughter received.

The Homecoming Week was only a few days away. Cindy Potter had not been asked
by anyone, because they'd all assumed that she already had a date. Bobby
Bordelon, a young man she'd known since seventh grade nervously asked her, and
although she didn't like him very much, wanted to go, so she accepted. He'd
gone all out, even renting a limousine for the evening. She'd gotten him to get
a date for Lindy, her best friend and secret lover. She had to admit, the
admiration and attention he fawned upon her flattered her, but the night of the
game and dance, he'd been such a boorish oaf, that she'd planned on humiliating
him. After they returned to her home, which was empty (Mom and Sam were at his
lake cabin for the weekend) she'd pinned him against the wall for some hot
French kisses.

"You know," she husked into his ear. "I was going to let you fuck me, in my hot
shaved pussy, and my tight ass hole, and I was going to suck you dry."

"Oh, yeah, baby," he groaned.

"But, then you turned out to be such an ass hole, I wouldn't give you a hand
job if you begged me," she snapped. "Now, get out."

In a moment of desperation, he'd challenged that she didn't even know how to
give a blowjob. She'd gone to her knees and taken his five inches into her
mouth, bobbed her head up and down, and licked his ball sac. When he agreed
that she did indeed know how to give a great blow job, she kicked him out of
the house, and she and Lindy lost their virginity to Lindy's date, Brian
Jacobson, a scrawny red head.

The courtroom giggled and tittered as Cindy described the incident of
Homecoming night.

"And, what were you wearing the day prior to the alleged incident?" Bubba
composed himself.

"My bikini," Cindy snapped. "We were all."

"Is this the bikini? Two scraps of material that barely covered your flesh?"
Bubba asked and held up the two tiny strips of black material.

"We were at the."

"Yes or no, Miss Potter," Bubba snapped.

"Yes," she said.

"Doesn't cover much, does it?" Bubba smirked as he dangled them in front of the
jury.

"It's not supposed to," she smirked. "Have you ever tried to get a tan in a
business suit?"

While the laughter died down, he lazily twirled the material in his hands and
glared at her.

"No, and I certainly wouldn't prance around in something like this," he
growled.

"Thank God," Cindy said, and the courtroom erupted in laughter again.

"And, exactly what was the defendant supposed to think, when you presented
yourself to him, clad in hardly nothing at all? Especially after you two had
already enjoyed previous sexual contact?" Bubba accused.

"That I was at the beach," Cindy yelled. "And, he may have enjoyed his almost
blow job, but I sure didn't."

The truth was that she had enjoyed it, because she knew he'd go home in an
extreme state of agitation. She liked oral sex, giving and receiving, and was
very good at it, but she knew he wouldn't enjoy it when she stopped before its
completion.

He asked more questions, but only succeeded in damaging his client's case when
he asked about her desire to have her breasts played with, even pierced. She
grasped her silk blouse and ripped it open.

"You think I asked for this?" she screamed at Bubba. "He did this to me! I
can't even wear a fucking bra anymore! I can't stand to have anything touching
me!"

She sobbed in her mother's arms, and Sam vowed revenge for such humiliation. He
called a buddy of his on the Jackson police force, and they arranged to keep a
close eye on Bubba Johnson. One mistake, Bubba would be in need of his own
expertise. A few weeks later, he was spotted picking up an underage prostitute
who gleefully recounted previous encounters with the large man with the little
dick.

Belinda Carter took the stand and was extremely embarrassed when the bailiff
had to adjust the microphone, and readjust it. The courtroom giggled because
all they could see of Lindy was the top of her head behind the lip of the
witness box. She recounted the events of the day in question and the
prosecution sat down. Bubba strode toward the box and made a show of peering
over the lip at her, as if to make sure that she was still there.

"And, Miss Carter, would you please describe for this court what your
relationship is to Miss Potter?" he asked.

"We're friends," Lindy whispered. "She's my best friend."

"Isn't it true in fact, that you two are lovers?" Bubba thundered to the gasps
of the crowd.

"Objection! Relevance, your honor!" Sammy yelled. "My client was subjected to a
hotbed of teenage sexual shenanigans, deviance of every nature," Bubba argued.
"What was he to think, when two lesbians openly flaunt their sexual involvement
with each other, and with the males that were present?"

"I'm so sorry, Daddy," Lindy sobbed over and over. "I'm sorry, Daddy, please
don't hate me."

To repeated questions, the little girl just kept sobbing to her father. Jake
Carter sat in the courtroom, body white with outrage. Finally he stood and
approached the prosecution.

"Your honor, may we recess to your chambers?" Sammy called out.

Jake Carter physically picked his crumpled daughter out of the witness box and
carried her into the Judge's chambers. In front of the judge and Bubba and
Sammy, he sat her down in a chair and sat down across from her. She wouldn't
look at him, and he gently pulled her face toward his and smiled sadly.

"Honey, your mommy and I knew you and Cindy were lovers. We knew all along how
much you two loved and cared for each other. I'm not mad at you, and I'm not
ashamed of you. I love you, and I'm proud of you," he quietly said, and kissed
her softly on the cheek.

She broke into fresh tears and hugged his neck tightly.

"I love you Daddy," she cried.

"See, your honor? It is this permissive attitude that my client was ensnared
into, misguided by," Bubba blustered.

Belinda Carter had been the school pariah all of her life. In the seventh
grade, puberty hit with a vengeance and the short fat girl found pimples
encrusting her face. Already cursed with frizzy hair and thick glasses, the new
imperfections just further isolated her from her schoolmates. As another lonely
year drew to a close, Cindy Potter, the school's most popular girl invited her
to her birthday party. The fact that she'd invited the entire seventh grade
didn't matter to Belinda, who'd had a secret crush on both Adam and Cindy
Potter. Adam and a few of her friends threatened to pummel the fat girl if she
showed up, and Cindy had protectively held fast to Belinda's hand for the
entire afternoon. Belinda left the Potter house more in love with Cindy than
ever. When she masturbated that night, it was Cindy's hand she imagined that
stroked her clitoris, pulled the fleshy lips apart. When Jake announced that
the job was moving them to Arizona, Belinda had cried. But, as the car pulled
up to their new home and Belinda stepped out into the dry heat, she determined
that she was going to make some changes. An almost militaristic regiment of
diet and exercise shed eighty-two pounds, her mother helped with makeup and
hairstyling tips, and Jake got the girl some contact lenses.She entered the
eighth grade classroom with long flowing dark hair, large dark eyes, and a
figure that made girls jealous and boys tongue tied. And everyone hated her.
Never having friends, she was a social misfit, and every night was spent in her
room, studying. When Jake finally quit the Construction Company and struck out
on his own, he moved his family back to Louisiana. Belinda Carter walked into
Asbury High School and saw Cindy Potter, even more beautiful than ever, and the
two struck up a friendship.

That Friday night, a lonely and bored Cindy called Belinda and invited her to
spend the night. When they changed for swimming, Cindy couldn't help but notice
Belinda's phenomenal physique. For her part, Belinda couldn't take her eyes
from Cindy's beautiful body. As they swam, they talked. Cindy was telling
Belinda about a recent 'Truth or Dare' game, where she'd been dared to shave
her blonde curls from her pussy, and had done it. Belinda confessed that she'd
never played the game, and they ran up to Cindy's room. Within moments, they'd
forgotten all about the game and were rolling around on the bed, nipples and
pussies grinding together frantically. The more time Cindy, who had never had
sexual feelings for another girl, spent with Belinda, the more she loved her.
By morning sun, Belinda had been rechristened Lindy, and they were inseparable.
Even as they enjoyed healthy sexual relations with males, they continued to
love and make love with one another.

Even though she blushed and stammered, Lindy answered the extremely personal
questions Bubba shot at her. He finally saw that the jury had lost their shock
of this sweet tiny girl's sexual habits, and switched to her ability to inflict
a medium grade concussion on his client, simply by hurling a beer can at him.

"You weigh, what? One hundred pounds?" he asked.

"One hundred and four pounds," she said.

"And, you expect this court to believe that you are capable of hurling, in the
space of ten feet, a beer can with enough force, to cause a medium grade
concussion?" Bubba asked, and shook his head no. "Isn't it a fact that you,
upon finding your lesbian lover (he spat the words with venom) enjoying the
attentions of a man, doing things for her that you could never do, that you
struck him repeatedly with the only weapon you could find, a beer can?"

"If Mr. Johnson would like, I'll be happy to buy him a can of beer and we'll
let Miss Carter throw it at him," Sammy suggested, which brought on gales of
laughter.

"Oh, I have something better then my head," Bubba smiled, and pulled a
mannequin from behind his table.

"This is a crash test dummy, used by engineers and scientists to determine the
extent of injury a human body can sustain" he announced. "If it please the
court, I would like Miss Carter to take this can of beer," which he placed on
the table. "And demonstrate for us just how she managed to render my client
unconscious."

"Your honor, what could this possibly prove?" Sammy protested.

"Exactly this," Bubba crowed. "That, upon entering the room, Miss Potter felt
remorse for being unfaithful to her lesbian lover, and Miss Carter, in a fit of
rage, attacked Mr. Bordelon, striking him several times in the head. Together,
along with their friends, they concocted this ludicrous story of rape and
torture, to salvage their deviant relationship."

"Your honor, we have already presented as evidence x-rays that clearly show
that it was a single blow that caused the medium grade concussion," Sammy
yelled. "Also, it is a matter of record that Miss Carter was a pitcher for her
high school softball team."

"And, I contend that there is no way that this little girl, in the space of ten
feet, could possibly have caused the extent of the injuries, that it was
someone else that assisted them, and my client is guilty of nothing more than
bad judgement," Bubba argued.

The judge ruled that the defense did have a right to question the nature of the
injuries, and Lindy stepped down and grasped the beer can firmly. To Bubba's
chagrin, when he said go, with deadly accuracy, Lindy whipped the can toward
the dummy's face and it exploded as it struck, which sprayed Bubba fully. The
expert he'd hired took the measurements and reported that the dummy had indeed
sustained serious cranial injuries.

"And, taking into account that Mr. Bordelon was lunging toward Miss Carter," he
continued.

"Allegedly lunging," Bubba yelled.

"It's a wonder he did not suffer a life threatening blow," the witness
concluded.

"Returning to the day in question, who were you sleeping with?" Bubba asked
Lindy as she settled into the witness chair.

"My boyfriend, Adam," she whispered.

"Who just happens to be the brother of your lesbian lover, isn't that true?"
Bubba sneered.

"Yes," she nodded.

"Tell us, did you and her and he share the same bed?" Bubba sneered.

"No! That's disgusting!" Lindy exclaimed. "Do you sleep with your boyfriend and
his sister?"

"My sleeping arrangements are not on trial here!" Bubba bellowed over the
guffaws.

"And, may I remind Mr. Johnson, neither are the sleeping arrangements of the
victim and her friends?" Sammy snapped.

"Unless you have another line of questioning, Mr. Johnson, I advise you to
excuse this witness," the judge ordered.

"No, I have nothing further of this, this witness," Bubba snarled at Lindy.

"Sack of shit," she whispered at him as she walked past.

"What?" he bellowed.

"I said, you're sick," she snapped as people tittered.

"I could have sworn you called me a sack of shit," he growled.

"Oh, well, if the shoe fits," she smiled sweetly and sat down next to a tense
Adam.

Adam described for the jury the repeated attempts to infiltrate the clique he
and Cindy belonged to at school. The prosecution had painted a picture of Bobby
as a resentful boy who was just waiting for a chance to exact revenge on the
people he most admired.

"And, would you say he displayed a great deal of animosity the day before the
attack?" Sammy asked.

"I don't know," Adam answered honestly. "I mean, he'd never had much to say
that I wanted to hear, you know? Always so negative, trying to put other people
down. I mean, he's not very good at school or sports or anything like that, and
never seemed to have a whole bunch of friends. The day before the attack, we
had to tell him it was time to go, we wanted to get some sleep."

"And, how did he react?" Sammy asked.

"Like he usually does, hung around for a while longer, tried to get Cindy or
Lindy or Danni to pay attention to him, but we just wanted him to go, you
know?" Adam said.

"And, even though you could tell that the defendant wanted to be a part of your
gathering, you still rebuffed his attempts of friendship?" Bubba demanded.

"We didn't want him around, if that's what you're asking," Adam snapped.

"How long had you been dating Miss Carter?" Bubba asked. "At the time of this
incident."

"Your honor, what does this have to do with the events in question?" Sammy
called out.

"Your honor, it is the same thing that I have been showing, that this group of
teens were gathered together for nothing more than pure carnality, that they
flaunted this at my client, and that when he succeeded in seducing a member of
this consortium, the others reacted in violence and treachery," Bubba argued.

"Tread carefully, Mr. Johnson," the judge warned. "The witness may answer."

"About four months," Adam said.

"And, prior to Miss Carter, who had you dated?" Bubba asked.

Adam had begun to form some disturbing feelings in the fifth grade. He and an
older friend had stolen some magazines and as they looked at the naked women
and men in various sex acts, Adam discovered he wasn't looking at the women.
When he was thirteen, a sixteen-year-old boy had given him some beer, and
they'd talked about the bitches they'd like to fuck. When the boy pulled his
erect cock out and began masturbating, Adam couldn't take his eyes off of the
turgid meat. As he began to pant harder, the boy roughly shoved Adam's mouth
onto his cock and spurted his sticky come into Adam's mouth.This became a
regular activity, until the boy moved away a few months later. By the time he'd
reached his Senior year, he'd found that, while he did admire women's
physiques, he couldn't help but look avidly as his fellow jocks cavorted around
in the locker room. He'd especially admired Paul Robertson, the school
quarterback and a close friend. One night, when Paul had too much to drink,
Adam gave in to temptation and sucked Paul off. Then, he'd lowered his
quivering anus onto Paul's cock, and fucked himself to orgasm as the drunken
boy slept. He found out later that Paul wasn't really that drunk that he'd
wanted to fuck Adam just as much as Adam had wanted to fuck him. Paul bent over
his desk, and gave Adam his first piece of boy butt to fuck.

The relationship ended four months later, when Paul discovered that the bus
station's bathroom was a hotbed of gay sex. That night, Adam had driven out to
Baylor Lake, where his sister and two friends were spending the weekend. He'd
told them about Paul's betrayal, but found as he looked into Lindy's dark eyes,
that he really didn't miss Paul all that much.

He'd slowly begun to feel attracted to her, especially at his mother's wedding.
In her attendant's gown, hair piled up; Lindy had looked absolutely beautiful.
He'd danced with her as often as possible, and talked and laughed with her. She
knew about his boyfriend, but that never stopped her from giving him her
attention and kindness as they cavorted around the dance floor. She gave him a
complete acceptance, and he felt more and more drawn to her.

He blushed furiously as he recounted the tale of his relationship with another
boy, and hoped that Sam, his stepfather, wouldn't think any less of him for it.
He really liked his mother's husband. Of his mother, he suspected she'd known
about him and Paul. He glanced nervously at Sam, and almost cried in relief as
Sam winked at him.

"Now, as the police gathered evidence of this supposed attack," Bubba went on.

"Proven attack," Adam corrected.

"Uh, yeah," Bubba said, then sneered. "They found a curious object among your
possessions. Would you mind telling us what this might be?"

"Yes, I would mind," Adam said evenly. "It is personal to my relationship with
Lindy and has noting to do with the proven attack on my sister."

"Your honor, the atmosphere of blatant promiscuity has everything to do with
this, would you please instruct the witness to answer the question?" Bubba
demanded.

"Sidebar, your honor," Sammy called out.

Adam fidgeted as the judge and two lawyers whispered urgently.

Their first night at the cabin, Lindy had giggled almost uncontrollably as she
dug around in her suitcase and dashed into the bathroom. Adam assumed she was
changing into another one of her wild outfits. He'd once mentioned that he
found a French Maid's uniform sexy. Next time they were together, she had a
French Maid's uniform on underneath her big coat. He'd also once mentioned that
when he was in the hospital, having his tonsils out, a nurse had fondled him;
what a shame his tonsils hadn't grown back. The next date, she wore a nurse's
outfit, and proceeded to care for her 'patient.'He lay in the big bed and
listened to the giggles and rustles and wondered.

"Taa Daa!" she cried out and leapt out of the bathroom, completely nude.

Well, not completely. At her middle, attached by three elastic straps, one
around her waist and one around each upper thigh dangled a very realistic
looking penis. She grasped the six-inch long appendage in her tiny hand and
stroked it as she approached the bed. Her large breasts, nipples at their full
inch and a half erection, swayed as she walked toward him. She crawled into the
bed and kissed him hungrily.

"I'm going to fuck you," she growled into his mouth.

"Oh God baby," he groaned as she roughly pushed him down and grabbed a tube of
lubricant.

He lay on his back as she thrust in and out of him. She was not gentle with him
and soon both were breathing hard and sweating as she fucked him. She grabbed
and tweaked his nipples, and he exploded in her hands as she finally grasped
his throbbing erection and jerked it harshly. She unhooked the latex cock,
leaving it in his twitching anus and crawled up to squat over his gasping
mouth.

"Eat me!" she shrieked and came as soon as his tongue thrust out and lapped at
her fleshy lips. Her second orgasm followed seconds later as he nipped her
clitoris. When she regained her breath, she eased the cock out of his sore ass
and kissed him softly.

"Did I hurt you?" she whispered.

"So good," he smiled.

"Baby, I love you so much," she whispered and fell asleep as he nuzzled her
large breasts.

She'd come home and found the package on the table. Her mother asked her what
was in it, and she'd blushed but answered truthfully that it was very personal.
Paula smiled and let her daughter run down to her room, clutching the package
to her chest. She'd recognized the name of the company; upstairs she had a few
of their outfits and had almost opened the package. Just in time, se saw that
it was addressed to Belinda Carter.

In her room, she unwrapped it and gasped. It looked bigger and prettier in
reality than it had on the Internet. She tried it on in front of her wall of
mirrors and stared at the effect. Yes, she still had the large breasts, the
flared hips, but she also sported an erection most men would be proud of. And,
it had come in time for their trip to Gulfport. The effect was so erotic; she
masturbated right there in front of her mirrors, watching as the cock bobbed up
and down.

"Unless you can prove that your client had full and actual knowledge of the
existence of this, what's it called?" the judge said.

"A strap on dildo," Bubba huffed.

"Yes, unless you can prove that your client had full and actual knowledge of
the existence of this strapper, you may not present it to the jury," The judge
ruled. "And, I mean full. Just hearing about it does not constitute full
knowledge. If the defendant did not know for fact whether or not the witness
actually owned it, it is inadmissible."

"Yes, your honor," Bubba said and hung his head.

"Mr. Johnson, is there anything further for this witness?" the Judge asked as
everyone was seated again.

"Just a few more, your honor," Bubba tried to regain his bluster. "On the day
prior to this incident, what exactly were you and the others of your
'gathering' doing?"

"Well, me and Cordell had finally caught Jason and Cindy and we were," Adam
began.

"Caught them? Caught them doing what?" Bubba sneered.

"Running to get away from us," Adam smiled at the memory.

"And, this Jason? Who was he?" Bubba said.

"Jason Reynolds. He was Cindy's boyfriend at the time," Adam glared.

"Boyfriend at the time? Would you say that Cindy Potter has trouble sustaining
a relationship for any length of time, then?" Bubba sneered.

"No," Adam said.

"Oh? And, how long do her relationships usually last?" Bubba asked.

"Well, she's been friends with Danni ever since second grade, and she was
Lindy's friend in the seventh grade, and when Lindy moved back to town, they
were friends again,"" Adam said.

"And, these relationships are all with females?" Bubba smirked.

"And, she's been friends with Cordell since ninth grade, and she and Paul, you
know, my boyfriend, have been friends since fifth grade," Adam smirked back.

"Okay, these are friends. I'm talking about relationships of a uh, more
personal nature," Bubba huffed.

"Lindy, Jason, Brian, these relationships have all lasted longer than six
months," Adam snapped.

"And, just how many others have not lasted for six months?" Bubba yelled.

"Mr., Johnson, what is the point of this line of questioning?" the judge asked.

"Simply this, your honor, Mr. Bordelon and Miss Potter were in a relationship,
but, since Miss Potter seems to change her mind about what constitutes a
relationship faster than I change my socks, I propose that Mr. Bordelon is
simply a victim of a young lady that cannot have and sustain a relationship,"
Bubba said.

"I have a relationship, and it doesn't involve tying her up and torturing her,"
Adam yelled.

"Mr. Johnson, you have tried repeatedly to besmirch the reputation of every
witness during this proceedings. I strongly advise you to find another means by
which to prove your client's innocence," the judge warned.

"Yes, your honor," Bubba sighed. "Mr. Potter, you stated that you and this
Cordial."

"Cordell," Adam corrected.

"Yes, Cordell, had caught Jason and Cindy. What were you planning to do, once
you'd caught them?" Bubba asked.

"Throw them into the water," Adam shrugged. "Cindy was afraid to go into the
water, sharks, you know, and Jason really liked the water but he wouldn't go in
because she wouldn't, so we were going to throw her in. That's when we noticed
Bobby lurking."

"Your honor, I object to witness's use of words that cast an unfavorable light
on my client," Bubba yelled.

"Well, that's what he was doing, just standing there watching us," Adam
complained.

"Standing and watching is now called lurking?" Bubba yelled back.

"When you're hiding behind a public bathroom it is," Adam smirked.

"Oh, and you know for a fact that he wasn't either going in or coming out from
the use of this public facility?" Bubba asked.

"Well, since he was just standing there for five minutes while me and Cordell
and Danni were throwing Cindy into the water, you tell me," Adam smirked

"When did he approach you and your friends?" Bubba asked.

"When Cordell yelled 'Bordelon, what the fuck you doing here?' at him," Adam
said.

"Was it a friendly greeting? One that might lead Mr. Bordelon to believe that
his presence was welcome?" Bubba asked.

"Not hardly. At first he tried to duck behind the building, and then tried to
act all surprised when he saw us, even though I'd seen him for at least five
minutes, watching us," Adam said.

"And, you are certain that it was not coincidence that brought Mr. Bordelon to
the same location that you and your friends were at?" Bubba asked.

It was not coincidence. Bobby had driven to Gulfport after hearing that the
group had left for their holiday. He checked into a fleabag motel and spent the
next two days walking the beach, hoping to find Cindy. When he saw her and her
boyfriend, running hand in hand, squeals of laughter ringing out, he seethed.
He ducked behind the filthy building, almost vomiting as the stench wafted
around him. He watched and burned with lust as her body contorted and wiggled
in the skimpy bathing suit. Adam easily lifted her and threw her over his
shoulder. This position gave Bobby an excellent view of her beautiful breasts
and lovely, laughing face. He got an erection as he watched her long legs
scissor open and shut as the trio threw her into the crashing waves. He watched
her lovely rounded buttocks jiggle as she managed to run for a few feet before
Danni tackled her and the waves swallowed them. Lindy sat, safe from the sun's
harmful rays under her umbrella, and called encouragement to Cindy. He glanced
at the shrill little bitch and thought for a moment about shutting her up with
his dick firmly stuffed into small mouth. Then Cordell noticed him and yelled
his displeasure at seeing him. He tried to play it cool, but the boys seemed to
really have it in for him. The girls, because they were there with their
fucking boyfriends, rebuffed his advances. He knew if he could get one of them
away from her lover, they'd have one hell of a good time. Cindy was the worst,
though. She really put on a show of displeasure; so convincing Bobby almost
took it to heart. Lindy, Bobby couldn't figure out. She was sitting there, all
lovey dovey with that fudge packing faggot Adam. Didn't she realize that Adam
would never love her, would always be a boy fucking sissy? Danni was a hopeless
case, the little nigger-loving bitch. Once you've had black you never go back.

He tried to perform just as Bubba, the hick lawyer his daddy had hired had
taught him. He recounted the events of the day before, how Cindy was flaunting
her body at him. How Lindy was obviously jealous of his interest in her lesbian
lover. How Cindy had sent Jason on without her the next morning, so that she
and Bobby would be able to be together in this steamy beach resort. How when
Lindy came in, Cindy began to act like she wasn't enjoying the rough sex she
and Bobby were engaged in. Then he told of the humiliation of jail and this
entire trial.

Sammy applauded which brought an objection from Bubba, and a stern warning from
the judge. Piece by piece, he tore holes in Bobby's story. Bit by bit he drew
out the resentment and frustration that Bobby had felt, not only toward Cindy,
but all women in general. The motel receipt, the purloined key, the tape,
needle, earrings, all hit the ledge of the witness box. He read aloud the
recounting of Bobby's statements to Cindy as she lay tied and gagged. The
medical evidence was slapped down in front of him. Bobby finally shut down and
glared at Sammy as Sammy fired question after question at him.

He passed out as the jury read the verdict; guilty of all charges. The judge
waived the sentencing hearing in the best interests of the victim, who would
have to make another trip hundreds of miles, and sentenced Bobby to the maximum
allowed by law. Bobby was still in a state of shock as he heard that he would
not be eligible for parole for twelve years and that the judge would recommend
that he serve the entirety of his twenty four-year sentence.

The hotel, upon hearing the guilty verdict, settled out of court with Cindy,
Adam, Lindy, Jason, Cordell, and Danni. Five hundred thousand to Cindy, one
hundred thousand to the others. Cindy put the money into mutual funds and began
seeing Lindy's old therapist, Dr. Susan Connely. Danni and Cordell bought a
small house in a Chicago suburb. Jason let his father borrow and squander his
money. Adam also bought a home; a few blocks away from his mother's home.
Lindy, already a millionaire thanks to a settlement resulting from a shooting
incident, finally cajoled Adam into letting her decorate his home.

"And this is Cindy's room," she announced. "She likes blues and yellows, so
we'll."

"Wait a minute," Adam smiled. "This is my house, why does Cindy get a room?"

"I'm moving in with you, right?" she asked.

When he nodded his head, she smiled and set down the carpet samples and the
paint charts. She hugged him tightly and looked into his eyes.

"And, no matter where I go, Cindy will always have a room there," she said
firmly. "Baby, I can't leave Cindy. Can you understand that?"

"Not only do I understand, I'm all for it," he smiled and kissed her.

"Okay, then, I think pale blue carpet and light, real light yellow walls. We'll
get some dark blue curtains, you know, with matching bedspread," Lindy went on.

"All right, that's Cindy's room. What about the master bedroom?" Adam asked.

"Oh, baby, wait 'til you see what I have planned for that!" she giggled.

Dr. Susan Connely listened as the pretty seventeen-year-old sat and cried and
screamed out in frustration.

"I mean, I finally started wearing a bra, had to, I just couldn't stand
everybody looking at them," she sobbed.

"And, who was looking at them?" Susan asked quietly.

"Nobody," Cindy admitted.

"Why not?" Susan asked.

"Because I don't want anybody to see them!" Cindy wailed.

"Not even someone you love?" Susan asked.

"I don't love no one," Cindy snapped.

"Is that really true, or are you just afraid to let someone close enough to
love?" Susan quietly asked.

"Doctor, who in the fuck would be able to love me? I'm a freak!" Cindy
screamed.

"Let me ask you this. If it had been Lindy, if she had been the one tied up
and, as you put it, turned into a freak, would you stop loving her?" Susan
asked.

"Of course not!" Cindy protested.

"Then, is it possible that she may be able to love you, as you are now?" Susan
asked.

The telephone rang, and Adam handed it to Lindy. He went and poured her a glass
of wine and sipped his can of beer.

"Lindy? I love you," Cindy said, and burst out laughing. "God, it feels so good
to say that!"

"Almost as good as it does to hear it!" Lindy laughed. "I love you too, Cindy."

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