From the very beginning, even at birth, they were fated to meet in their twenty-first year in a violent way, which was never spelled out. Each had been given a talisman by which they would be drawn to the other when the time was right for them to meet. But what then? The violent twists and turns embroiled them both, drew them closer, tore them apart, and disrupted both of their lives until that one fateful day....

Deke watched the soldier slip a pill into Susan’s drink while she was distracted, knowing at that moment what that man planned for her. He almost hadn’t recognized her when she had first come into the bar the way she was dressed. She was uncomfortable, out of place, and did not want to be here, but her friends had somehow tricked her. She meant a lot to him, so he would see that she came to no harm. Susan awoke. She sat up under the mosquito net, feeling and seeing that she was naked. She recognized nothing; did not know where she was. She remembered some of the previous night and began to panic.

“Are you really fucking all three of my nieces at the same time, David?” He nodded. Triplets, in love with one man? Trouble! It began with the girls being naked on the school roof one night when there was an accident, and they needed help, but could not go back into the school. The Wilson girls were on the school roof one night when it began to pour. They should go in, but first needed to pee. They stripped off their nightclothes, rolled them firmly to hold tight under their arms to keep them dry, and stood nakedly defiantly at the edge, peeing, standing up. Sarah slipped. Clothing flew everywhere as her sisters leapt forward. Too late. She stopped at the edge; her toes in the gutter. They had only nightdresses to help her, so dangled them down to her. They couldn’t go back into the school now. Le-an remembered the cottage. She was totally naked, but Sarah needed help. She went down the ladders off the roof, running across the lawn holding her breasts steady. She knocked on the door. No response. She opened it and shouted. Hearing taps running, she walked toward the noise. A completely naked young man stepped out immediately in front of her, not seeing her, drying his hair. He was shockingly aroused. Her eyes were fixed on that. They collided, heads bumping, then they were falling. There was not only a sharp pain in her head, but another developing much lower on her body as they settled over the end of the chaise together, with him lodged firmly between her legs. Too firmly. Hurting her. He was fucking her! She passed out with the shock of it.

Erin was hung up on the steep ramp, her skirt trapped behind and above her, pulled tight under her breasts, exposing everything. She had splinters sticking everywhere. Then he walked in and saw her. What price would she be made to pay to enlist his help before she could escape back to school? If he would let her go. The next two hours changed both of their lives in a revolutionary way. She and her four friends had gone looking for the old cat's kittens, finding the last one in the top of the barn. They were not supposed to be trespassing like this. After a few minutes, they heard the stable door open, and close. Someone was coming. They scattered. Erin was last. She decided to use the old hay ramp, slide down it, and go. She slipped, slammed down hard onto the wooden surface with a shout of pain, and slid down on her backside, picking up wooden splinters in the most tender parts of her anatomy on the way down. About four feet down she was brought to a sudden stop by her skirt, caught on the edge of the ramp behind and above her. The waist of her skirt was wrenched up her body. Her breasts were all that stopped it finishing up under her armpits or coming right off her. Her panties were pulled tight to the point of murder, buttons flew off her blouse, her bra felt as though it was not long for this world, and she was well and truly stuck.