CHAPTER SEVEN
"How about this one, Dude?" the deputy sheriff asked anxiously, touching Laurie with the tips of his fingers along her slender, naked hip. She cringed and clenched her eyes shut, her head turned away in sickened revulsion. His eyes roamed up and down the trim supple curves of her teenybopper's body... she was tall and long-legged and there wasn't an ounce of extra fat anywhere on her! Her boobs were high and firm without the need of a bra... and he was dying to get his c**k into her and watch her squirm!
Laurie was too afraid to protest now... it was obvious that all of them were drunk. That they were emboldened by the courage of a hundred proof bourbon and they were capable of anything... and utterly incapable of compassion or feeling!
"Ask her y'self, Al," Potter growled
