"Pardon me, but would you mind letting my sister up?" Her voice shook with anger. The soldier turned wild eyes on her. His chin was glossy with sex juice and he looked a little drunk. Teresa scrambled back, jerking her short skirt down to hide her messy slit.

"I think it's about time you got back to our seat," Jane said, barely suppressing the rage she felt.

"Hey big sister," the soldier started, "we weren't doing anything."

"Like hell you weren't!" Jane hissed, grabbing Teresa by the wrist and jerking her up. "I should tell the driver and have you put off."

"That's all the thanks a war hero gets," he pumped, wiping the girl juice off his mouth with a swipe.

"Come on Teresa." Jane dragged her sister back up the aisle and pushed her angrily into the seat. "Now you sit there for the rest of this trip." Jane slumped down beside her. She was shaking all over. She felt like crying. She felt awful. And part of that terrible feeling was knowing what she'd done to her own body while Terry had fooled around with the soldier. Maybe it was some kind of revenge. From now on she would keep better control of her emotions. How could she expect to watch over Terry if she couldn't restrain herself?

"How could you do such a thing?" she asked Terry.

"I didn't want to," her young sister said, pouting. "He just started kissing me all over my body." A shiver ran through her small shoulders and Jane thought she saw the glimmer of a smile.

"I don't find anything amusing, about what just happened, Teresa."

"I wasn't thinking it was funny. I was just wondering if that guy loves me." She turned her large, innocent eyes up at Jane. "Do you think he does? I mean any guy who would do that to a girl."

"Terry, I don't want to discuss what that pervert did to you. And no, I don't think he loves you, if you truly want my opinion." She pushed her dark hair back. Her own smell that still clung to her fingers made her start to tremble all over again. "For God's sake, don't get out of your seat till we get to Warton!"