"What… do I do?" She felt so stupid, so awkward. And above her she could hear the floor squeaking. Hank was coming down. The thought sent another shiver through her.

"Well, the first thing you could do is stop looking like a sacrifice. It's gonna be okay, you'll see," Annie reassured her.

"I… I feel so strange," Betty muttered.

Betty felt strange, standing there with her girlfriend. Hank starting coming down the stairs. No, she couldn't go through with it! What had given her the idea she was so sophisticated? Betty was terrified of sex, of the thought that people were going to stare at her naked body.

"Betty?" Annie called out as the blonde teen began backing away, shaking her head slowly from side to side.

"I can't, Annie. I just can't. I'm sorry, but I can't," she whispered, turning and starting up the stairs. It was then she realized Hank was halfway down, both his hands stretched to either side of his body blocking her way.

"Going somewhere?"

"Please, Hank, I can't go through with it. Please let me go," Betty cried, feeling hot tears welling up in her eyes.

"No way."

"Let me out!" Betty demanded, her voice quavering.

"Get back down the stairs."

With that, the good-looking athlete started coming toward her slowly, a sardonic smile on his lips. Betty gasped, her right hand stretching behind her, gripping the wooden handrail. This couldn't be happening. God in heaven, it couldn't be happening to her.

"Annie, tell him to stop," Betty whispered.

"I can't, Betty… and I won't," the girl answered definitely.

Betty stopped at the foot of the stairs. Her gaze raced back to Hank's crotch. One hand was fluttering around the zipper, grabbing the tab and pulling it down. She heard the teeth opening, saw the pants halving before her eyes. It was a horror show. She didn't want to look and yet the girl couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight.