What's Sauce For the Goose... Chapter 2 By JimBob Copyright 2010 Mg, semi cons, oral, mmmm+,M, non-cons, oral, rape Amanda and Annie had an exciting trip home from school when they were accosted by two drunken Mexicans, and had to fight them off. The sheriff was called to pick up the Mexicans, and now Amanda is going to find out if ten year old Annie has been raped by their Uncle Bob, as she was when she was ten. After their daddy had finished quizzing them about the Mexican encounter, the girls got changed to do their chores. Amanda held off questioning Annie until they retired to their bedroom. “Hey Annie, You said you were driving Uncle Bob's convertible. I used to drive it too. Does he ever ask you for a thank you kiss? Amanda could see by Annie's blush and guilty look that she had a winner, but it made her feel sick. “Sometimes.” Annie mumbled. “Please, don't tell Daddy about the driving. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone yet...” “You might as well tell me, Annie, because I know all about Uncle Bob and his kisses... And other things he does to girls..” Annie burst into tears. “Oh, Amanda, I'm so ashamed. I've really been bad!” She wailed. She fell on the bed, face down. Amanda sat on the bed and took her little sister into her arms. “you haven't been bad, Uncle Bob has been bad. You're just a little girl and I'll bet you were younger when he started in on you. Tell me about it, Annie.” Annie sniffed and wiped her eyes and runny nose on the tissues Amanda handed her. “I don't know where to start.” “Start with the first time. Just tell me, Annie.” And here is Annie's story. Seven, almost eight year old Annie was going to town with her sister and Uncle Bob. He had told her she should wear a dress, so she had changed into a short, light summer dress. Uncle Bob came back from asking Amanda all alone. “Amanda says she is busy with her new colt,” Uncle Bob said as he came up. Annie's face fell. “Wait Annie! You and I can go anyway and we will just bring her a treat. Let's go honey. You get to ride up front with me.” Annie smiled happily at this turn of events. Amanda was usually the one to take care of her and she was very protective, so Annie was pleasantly surprised to be allowed to go without her sister. She hurried to jump into the convertible before anyone changed their mind. As soon as the car got out of sight of the driveway, Uncle Bob told Annie to unfasten her seat belt, and scoot over into his lap. “It's time you learned how to steer a car, Uncle Bob said. Annie gripped the wheel in both hands. Uncle Bob drove slowly with one hand lightly on the wheel as the little girl learned how it worked. “You are doing real good Annie.” Uncle Bob dropped one hand off the wheel and onto Annie's bare leg. He rubbed the leg lightly as they drove slowly along, causing Annie to giggle a few times. “That tickles, Uncle Bob!” She said when his fingers wandered up under the hem of her skirt, and onto the tender, ticklish spots between her thighs. She was sitting with her legs on the outside of his, so she couldn't close her legs to trap his wandering hands. “You have such soft, smooth skin, baby. Is it alright If I rub your soft skin while you drive?” “I guess so. Just don't tickle too much, Okay, Uncle Bob?” Bob rubbed with a little firmer touch. “How's this, Annie? Better?” That didn't tickle as much so Annie nodded. She was negotiating a sharp turn, so she had to concentrate on turning the wheel. Uncle Bob ran his free hand far up her leg, almost touching her panties in between her legs. Annie giggled shrilly. “Ooh! That is ticklish there!” “Aha! I found a tickle spot on Annie.” Uncle Bob sang. Now he took his other hand away from the wheel, and put it on Annie's shoulder and upper arm. His fingers began to rub around up there too. “Oh, you are such a smooth, soft little girl, he whispered, his breath hot on her ear. All too soon, they came to the main highway, and Uncle Bob took over and pulled to the side of the road. Annie had to get into the passenger seat and buckle up for the main highway ride. “Was that fun, Annie?” “Oh, Yes Uncle Bob! Can we do it again coming home?” “Yes, but you have to promise me something.” “What, Uncle Bob?” “Promise me you won't say anything to Daddy or Amanda, or anyone about your driving lessons.” Annie was a little disappointed that she couldn't brag to Amanda. But she promised. “Okay, Uncle Bob. I won't tell anyone.” “Perhaps after you are big enough to drive it without sitting on my lap, you can tell Amanda then. When you are ten.” When she was ten was too far off for Annie to even think about. “Okay.” She said. She would do anything to get that excitement of driving a real car, and not the baby ones at the fair. Amanda was driving them to and from the school bus stop in the Jeep, and Annie could hardly wait until it was her turn. She wanted to be exactly like her twelve year old sister. Uncle Bob took Annie with him to complete some bank business, and then to get some permits, then for a big banana split, and shopping for a new western skirt with a fringe that caught her eye. She found Amanda a new Kerchief she thought Amanda might like, and Uncle Bob bought it. The ride home was fun. Uncle Bob let her try out all the fancy gizmos on his new car. When they turned off the main highway, Uncle Bob stopped the car, and patted his lap. Annie quickly unfastened her seat belt, and slid over. When Uncle Bob pulled Her skirt out from under her as she sat on his lap, she accepted his explanation of, “so it won't get all wrinkled.” As soon as she started driving, Uncle Bob's hand was on her bare leg. She did not find it so ticklish now, but it did give her thrills and a warm feeling that was between her legs. On some of the straight stretches, both of Uncle Bob's hands would roam her upper thighs. Then one hand found her panty clad crotch, as if by accident. His fingers remained still for a moment, while Annie felt herself blushing and her ears burning, all not entirely from embarrassment. Her feelings were mixed. She knew it was wrong for Uncle Bob to touch her THERE! But darn it, it felt good. The gradual way he had built up to the final touch, had let her meet all her objections and all her sister's admonitions about good touch/bad touch, and put them aside. Nobody had told her anything about the thrills and warmth a girl got from two big arms around her and two big warm hands on her body in forbidden spots. So she said nothing, and acted like nothing was happening as she waited to see what Uncle Bob was up to. Uncle Bob was up to seeing how far the little girl would let him go before she stopped him. He had touched her on her panties already. His next step was going to be to stroke the parts he knew would bring her those good feelings little girls gave themselves. Annie did not say anything, or even wiggle as Bob rubbed her inner thigh just below her panties, occasionally touching her slit through the material. She didn't know the names for any of that stuff down there, just private parts. Her Sister and her Daddy told her to wash her private parts good when she showered or bathed. Some times she did, sometimes she didn't, depending on if the bath was for bedtime or for cleaning up to go visiting. Then a few months ago, she had found that she had a bump down there hat felt good if it was rubbed. Curious, she had taken a hand mirror into the bathroom, and sat on the stool and examined herself down there, very carefully. She looked up sex, and private parts on Google, but even in Wikipedia, she could not find out anything about sex for humans. It talked about plants and animals, and animals she knew about. Private parts seemed to be a movie from a couple years earlier. She did not get the connection, she had her private parts as long as she could remember, so that certainly didn't help either. She needed pictures, and names. Bob gently traced up the soft mound and the cleft he could feel in Annie's panties. As he did, he felt her spread her legs to open herself more for him. It was unconscious on her part, but it enabled him to feel just the tip of the tiny hood peeping out, and he stopped his search and concentrated on that spot. It was hard for her to do so, but Annie held herself still as her thrills and heat flared in ker pit of her stomach. That just plain felt wonderful! But the little nagging voice of Amanda telling her not to let men, and here she had mentioned the hired hands, visitors, and she had even mentioned Uncle Bob by name! What if Amanda asked her? Guilt finally made her drop one hand from the wheel, and push Uncle Bob's hand away from that part. Bob did not resist. He had made a great stride in breaking the ice, and they were almost back to the ranch house anyway. He had Annie pull into the turnout. “Annie,I need to talk to you.” “What, Uncle Bob?” Annie was buckling her belt after sliding off his lap and over to her side. “Well Annie, I think we should keep it a secret that you are learning to drive.” If you keep riding with me, I will keep giving you lessons, and when you get big enough I will let you do the whole thing. How would you like that?” “Oh, Uncle Bob, That would be great! Annie unfastened her belt, and crawled over to Kiss Uncle Bob on the cheek. “I won't say a word.” “Uncle Bob put an arm around her and hugged her and then patted her butt. “Good girl, Annie. And you did an excellent job today. You showed that little distractions don't bother you. That is a sign you will be a good driver!” Annie felt a rush of pride. That was just a test Uncle Bob had been giving her, and she did pass! A good thing she didn't say anything or tell him to stop. She would be ready not to be distracted next time too. So Annie did not tell her Daddy, or Amanda about driving, though she thought it odd that Amanda asked her if Uncle Bob had tried anything? Annie just told her no. The next time Uncle Bob visited the same thing happened. And the next several times. Annie had birthday number eight. Then Birthday number nine. In school, the girls and boys had separate Sex Ed. Classes. She learned the name of her parts. She learned the name of boy parts. She learned slang words for both girls and boys parts, in English, and in Spanish. She even got a booklet from Amanda that showed drawings and diagrams and told her about the way her body would soon change. But her lessons from Uncle Bob continued. She was about to learn about how boy parts looked. And tasted. Annie was now nine, 'going on ten.' She was sitting on uncle Bob's lap and getting ready to start her second driving lesson since she had turned nine five months ago. She was wearing the short skirt Uncle Bob asked her to wear to town, and she was excited, because she could already feel the lump in Uncle Bob's pants. She waited for Uncle Bob to tell her to shift into drive. “Aren't you forgetting something, Annie?” “Huh?” Annie checked , both hands on the wheel, legs spread slightly wider than necessary to clear Uncle Bob's legs, turn signal on, Car running, everything she had to do. “I don't think so.” For his answer, Uncle Bob tugged at her skirt. “Oh yes! Sorry, Uncle Bob.” Annie managed to lift herself slightly by clutching the top of the wheel. Uncle Bob pulled the skirt up and out from under her bottom, so she no longer sat on it. “Okay.” Uncle Bob slipped his hands under her skirt and started to caress her thighs. All pretense had been dispensed with. The drive was a sensual thing for Uncle Bob, and more and more for Annie too, though she still tried to conceal her enjoyment of some of his touches. Annie steered the fancy car out into the road as Uncle Bob applied some gas. Annie was bigger now and a much better driver. The last time, she had lobbied Uncle Bob to let her both drive and steer, and he had said, “perhaps next time.” Bob didn't waste much time. He loved the feel of Annie's firm little thighs, almost as much as he loved to touch the smooth cotton panties over the soft mound of her pussy. His fingers traced a path up the inside of both thighs. The fingers of one hand traced the cleft up the center of her mound, and found the little lump. But this was too tame for him now. The fingers of one hand curled over the panty leg hem, and pulled it out and over to the side, exposing the fat lips and he slit to the fingers of the other hand. Those fingers traced up in the slit to the little clit in its swollen hood. Annie always gasped and flinched slightly as the fingers started to massage her clit. It took almost all her concentration to steer the car on the narrow, winding road, with the distraction of the hand under her panties. The trip to the main road passed all too quickly for Bob. As he stopped the car,and the little girl put the gearshift in park, he took the hand holding the panties out from under her skirt, and turned her face to one side as he leaned her toward the door. He gave the little girl a French kiss as he massaged her clitoris. Annie moaned and sighed into his open mouth. He broke the kiss, and said to her, today on the way back, you are gonna cum! With a final tweak of her clit, he let the girl go and she straightened her dress as she crawled over to her side of the seat. The trip into town, the shopping and lunch, and the trip back were all routine and for the trip back, Uncle Bob put the top down. They put the top up at the turnoff, because of the dusty road. Uncle Bob reached into the back and put a pillow on the front seat. “Get in and try that,” Uncle Bob told Annie. “Oh goody! I get to really drive!” Annie was almost happy enough to jump up and down, but she got in and as Uncle Bob adjusted the seat, she found she could both see, and touch the gas pedal and brake. “Yes!” She crowed. She pressed the gas petal to race the engine, and then the brake a couple of times. She was ready, Man! Uncle Bob got into the passenger seat. He could reach the emergency brake if any trouble developed. The first five miles were fairly straight and level. He let the girl start. “Hold the speed down around twenty five until you are used to this,” he cautioned. She did very well. Bob did not touch her until he saw that she was doing a very good job. Then he had ro feel the smooth thigh skin again. Annie felt Uncle Bob shift even closer to her, and felt his soft hand creep under her skirt and onto her right leg. She was used to the feel, and her left leg spread over automatically. The big hand slid slowly up and down her inner thigh, caressing it. 'Enough already, Uncle Bob,' she thought. 'Get up to my panties!' She had been carefully groomed to believe it was perfectly okay for Uncle Bob to touch and rub her and make her feel good, and for her to keep this touching and rubbing to herself. She was a big girl, Uncle Bob told her that all the time. Lately his touches had become more demanding, but that was because she was growing up. He had told her that too. Bob caressed his way up Annie's soft and smooth inner thigh skin to the hem of her panty leg. His fingers crept under the material, as they so often did lately. They felt the smooth pussy lip, and then delved into the moist little cleft. Uncle Bob smiled as he felt the slippery moisture on his fingertip. Little Annie was hot to trot! She was ready for a trip up the hill. She was doing such a good job of driving that he was even going to let her drive up the narrow winding road. There were no new tracks going up, so they would not meet anyone. He found her clit, and with his slippery finger, he rubbed and caressed it until they reached the turnoff. Thrill after thrill shot up and down Annie's body as Uncle Bob finger reached her panties and expertly dipped underneath. When he touched her clit she pushed her pelvis up into his finger as much as she could. Uncle Bob had stopped the car and caressed her to an orgasm a few times. She hoped he would do it today. She was going to encourage him by her body language and little sighs and cries of pleasure. She knew he liked that. “Slow down Annie, I want you to turn up Wthe hilltop view road.” Uncle Bob removed his hand after a final little squeeze of Annie's clit to promise her there was more to come. “You need to go slower and watch the curves. “Oh goody! Thank you Uncle Bob. I'll be extra careful.” “I know you will, Hon. You're a natural born driver if I ever saw one.” Annie basked in his praise. She watched the road very carefully, and did her best driving. As She reached the turnaround on the top of the hill, Uncle Bob told her where to stop. She expertly put the car in park, and set the brake, and turned off the ignition. But Uncle Bob did something different this time. He unzipped his pants and pulled them and his shorts down by his knees. Then he took Annie's hand and overcame her slight resistance to pull her hand over and wrap it around his big shaft. Her little hand hardly managed to encircle it. Bob showed her how to stroke his shaft before touching her. Annie was a little scared. Uncle Bob seemed a lot more forceful this time. She had glimpsed his cock before, when he had gone behind a bush to pee, but never up close like this. And she had never touched it before. This was all new. What next? Bob took the girl's skirt and pulled it up to her waist. He pulled downward on her panties, indicating she should lift up so they would come down. Though it dislodged her hand from his cock, he bent over and pulled her panties clear off her feet. Then he pulled her upper body over so she was leaning over him. He wrapped his big hand around the back of her head, and slowly forced her face down toward his big erection. Annie didn't know what to think. What did Uncle Bob want her to do? Why had he taken her panties off? Why was he forcing her head down? She began to resist as her face got close to the big purple head, and she picked up the odor of stale sweat and urine and male musk. “Kiss it Annie. Take it in your mouth.” “No! Uncle Bob, please! Let me go! NO! NO!” The last no was shouted out as the head, slick and slimy with precum, touched her lips. “Take it in your mouth, Annie! You owe me!” Bob shifted his hand to the little neck and held her lips against the head of his cock as he rubbed the tip against them with his other hand. He began to squeeze the slender neck as he forced her lips against his cock. “Open! Your! Mouth! Annie!” He Shook her by the neck with each word. Annie opened her mouth to cry out with the pain, and the head was inside her lips. Annie tried to move her head and spit him out, but Uncle Bob pressed his advantage, and forced the whole head of his cock into her mouth and then held her head still with his other hand, so she could not shake it from side to side. The pain on her neck was making the tears flow. Annie surrendered. She quit fighting. “That's a good girl, Annie, just suck it and swirl your tongue around the head. Now DO IT! He squeezed her neck and her head to emphasize his command, and prove his mastery of her. Blinded by tears of pain and shame and frustration, Annie complied with his orders. She sucked, swirled, almost gagged, and repeated it when she got another squeeze and shake. As the girl sucked him, Uncle Bob began to move her head up and down. “Like this Annie. Suck and lick and up and down.” As Annie completely surrendered, he relaxed his grip on her neck, and just held one hand on the back of her head to guide her movements. He fumbled at the front of the seat for the buttons, and hit the recline seat buttons. Soon he was lying on his back, with Annie leaning over him, her head bobbing up and down, pleasuring his cock. He began to buck his hips, fucking his cock deeper into her mouth. The girl gagged from time to time. He pushed her up on her hands and knees, and ran his hand down between her legs and began to finger her bare little pussy. Annie began to feel the old familiar fire blossom in her belly. Uncle Bob tickled her clit until she began to respond, and then he coaxed her body around until she got the idea. Uncle Bob wanted her to straddle his head. She lifted one knee over, and managed to get her pussy over his mouth without losing his cock. The first touch of his tongue on her clit was like a cattle prod, she came right up off of there! But it also enticed her right back down on it. Uncle Bob curled his tongue and stuck it up in between Annie's inner lips. He took both hands away from her head, and putting them on either side of her pussy lips, he spread them open and stuck his tongue right up through the finger sized perforation in her hymen, into her vagina. He tasted her sweet essence. He wiggled it around, touching as much area as he could. Finally he applied too much pressure and Annie flinched away from him. “Ouch! Uncle Bob!” Annie lifted her head to speak, and then as he did not pursue her opening, but went back to her clit, she resumed her sucking and slurping on his cock. As long as he was giving her all the pleasure with his tongue, she could forgive him for forcing her head down on him. She did not find his cock nearly so repulsive now, and as she found she had some control over his body, she was happy to experiment with what she had to do to please him. She found that when he would suck her entire clit into his mouth it brought her a small orgasm. She also found that when she took his entire cock, until her lips touched his pubic hair, he reacted by sucking her clit in. So she would hold her breath and deep throat him and he would suck in her clit in response. Each little climax built up to a bigger one. Bob saw the pattern right away, and rewarded her each time she took the head into her throat, and slid all his shaft into her mouth. He would suck her clit in between his pursed lips. Annie would shudder in her little orgasm, then have to come up for air, while he would stretch the clit and let it snap back and lick it rapidly until she would deep throat him again. Each climax Annie felt led her towards a bigger one. Finally, She sucked Uncle Bob into her throat and as he sucked her clit in, she felt a spate of hot thick fluid slide down her throat, as Uncle Bob gave her the hardest suck yet and her hardest yet orgasm exploded upon her. She finally gagged, and had to spit his throbbing, spewing cock out to catch her breath. Her orgasm went on and on. Finally Uncle Bob relaxed his lips, and her clit slipped out, as did his still spitting cock from her lips. She felt the warm, sticky liquid spew over her lips, nose and cheeks. Her arms and legs went all watery and weak and limp, and she collapsed forward onto Uncle Bob. Bob Stroked and patted the bare butt of his niece. He kept his knees close together o prevent any semen running onto his car seat. He only let Annie lay on him for a few moments before making her roll off him onto her back, then he sat up and cleaned first her face, and then himself with a supply of tissues. He reached down, and picked up Annie's panties for her. As she sat up, and started to turn, she gave him a wide open view of wet, swollen little girl pussy, and he had her pause there until he had examined it to his content. That hymen with its little perforation was going to be the next thing he would take care of. When Uncle Bob released her leg he had been holding, Annie turned her feet toward the wheel, and then pulled her panties over her sneakers and up her legs. Only then did she notice the wet sticky stain on her blouse where she had been laying on his cock. She wiped it with some of Uncle Bob's tissues. “We'll just tell them you spilled your milkshake, if anyone even notices.” Uncle Bob said. That stuff sure didn't taste like milk shake, Annie thought. She had been in the middle of her best orgasm yet when that cock had spewed down her throat, and then into her mouth. She wasn't too crazy about the taste or the slimy texture. She opened the door and spit out a couple of times. Uncle Bob opened the glove box and gave her a bottle of water, and she rinsed her mouth out and spat. That felt better. “Listen, Annie, I'm sorry I was so rough, but you have to trust me that I know what is best. You liked what we did, didn't you?” Annie rubbed the back of her neck as she slowly nodded. Uncle Bob had reenforced the concept that the molester was always right, no matter what the victim felt. After the seats were back in place, she started the car, and drove carefully down the hill and to the ranch. At least she could concentrate on her driving as Uncle Bob was satiated for the moment. Uncle Bob cautioned the little girl to keep the driving a secret as they changed seats just short of the ranch driveway. During his visits that year, Annie and Uncle Bob had two more sixty nine encounters, and one where she had to give him head at the side of the road. Amanda was too busy with training her calf roping horse, and with cheer leading practice to pay much attention to her kid sister. Until Annie's little slip of the tongue. When Annie finished her story, both girls were crying. Amanda told Annie her similar story of her seduction at the hands of their Uncle. The girls went to the cook the next day. Consuela told them little Maria had told her that she had been molested too. They hatched a plan. Of the three girls, Annie was still a virgin. Uncle Bob had not visited the final indignity upon her yet. But he was coming to visit soon, and then... Revenge would be theirs! Two weeks later, Uncle Bob drove up in yet another new convertible. And the very next day, he asked Annie to go to town. Annie tried to put him off for a day, because Amanda was not home. She had cheer leading practice at the school football field. Annie told Uncle Bob she had to check with Consuela to see if the cook needed some special spice. Bob told her not to bother, he would just buy it. Annie felt trapped. She had to go. Maybe Uncle Bob wouldn't do it this time, Maybe she could contact someone by phone. Maybe... They drove off down the road. Annie got to drive the new car, but she was very nervous, and almost ran off the road once. Luckily, Uncle Bob blamed it on the finger he was trying to insert into her wet vagina at that moment. They made the trip into town. There was no chance for her to call the school to send someone to the foot ball field. Annie was resigned to her fate. She was very likely going to be raped by her Uncle Bob today, and she didn't know any way to alert her Sister or Consuela to put their plan into action. They reached the turnoff to the ranch road, but this time Uncle Bob didn't stop to let Annie drive. “It's the first time I had a chance to drive this car on back roads,” Uncle Bob said. “I want to drive it up to the hill top, you can drive it down.” He said in answer to her questioning look. “Gosh, Uncle Bob. Do we have time?” Annie tried. “Oh yeah. I cut the shopping short. We are back early.” Annie was pretty worried, but she could not think of what to do. Uncle Bob whipped the car into the dusty road up to the hill top, and Annie despaired of getting any help. When they got to the turn around, Uncle Bob parked, set the brake, and turned to Annie. “I have to go pee, Uncle Bob.” This was in the script, but Annie didn't think it was going to save her now. She opened her door and got out, and she headed for the agreed on sage bush. She stepped behind it and looked for the box. It was there! She opened it and took out the pistol, and the air horn. Uncle Bob was busy reclining the seats and getting things ready for little Annie. By golly, he had waited almost three years for this little pussy to be ready, and he was going to enjoy it. He turned to see Annie walking up, with a pistol trained on his middle. “What the... Annie! What are you doing? Give me that!” He took a step toward her. Annie put a bullet into the rear view mirror right by his side. “Stay right there, Uncle Bob.” She dropped the air horn. After the shot, she wouldn't need it. She heard the faint sound of engines starting. Uncle Bob looked at his mangled mirror and almost bawled. “Annie! Give me that gun! What the Hell are you doing?” He started to reach for the door handle Amanda stepped around the back of the car. “She's doing whatever she has to do to keep from getting raped, Uncle Bob. Like you did to me! Maria stepped out next to Amanda. And me, Cabron! Uncle Bob turned pale, and dropped his hands to his sides. Three pistols were pointing at him now. “What the Hell are you girls talking about?” He tried. “You know what you have done to us, and what you were going to do to my little sister,” Amanda said. “You are done pulling your dirty little games with girls on this ranch. Daddy knows, and he said if he sees you around these parts again, you are dead meat!” “All right! I'm outta here!” Uncle Bob turned toward the car door, and three guns came up toward his head. He froze. As the pickups cleared the edge of the arroyo, the roar of their engines crashed over the four by the car. Three of them were expecting it. The fourth almost collapsed as his knees grew week. Five pickups, loaded with big, husky boys of all colors, some in foot ball jerseys converged on the convertible. The boys hopped out and unloaded a funny looking saw horse looking contraption. It had straps on all four legs. In spite of his protests, Uncle Bob was led to the saw horse and his legs were strapped to the legs on one end. His belt was unfastened, his pants and shorts were dropped to his knees. Then he was forced to bend over, and his wrist were strapped to the other legs. The boys gathered around as a tube of KY jelly was produced and applied to Uncle Bob's anus as he howled out his protests. One of the bigger black boys slapped Uncle Bob on the ass. “You all ready for this, Honey?” He asked sweetly. Uncle Bob yowled as he was penetrated non too gently by the big member. Another player stepped up to his head and lifted it up by his hair, and the cries became garbled and muffled. As soon as Uncle Bob's punishment started, Amanda's boyfriend loaded the girls into his truck and they started back for the ranch. “Boy, was I glad to see you guys!” Annie said. “How did you know to come? I couldn't tell anyone...” “Maria saw you guys leaving. She called me. We had plenty of time to get ready.” Amanda told her. “Gee, thanks, Maria!” Annie said, giving the girl a hug. “Si si.” Maria said. She giggled shyly. Uncle Bob was never seen around those parts again. The End. My stories are all fantasy. All people, places and events are figmenti of my imagination. Do not try this at home or anywhere else.