I said no more.

Instead, I unbuttoned my blouse. I unsnapped my jeans. I pulled the zipper down.

I wiggled out of them, pulling the tight material down my legs.

"Johnny… don't hurt me… please… don't hurt me…"

He didn't say anything.

He just stood there.

I could make out the shape of his body now. His arms were crossed, and his weight was supported on one leg. He looked real calm and casual… and I could have easily been getting ready to fuck someone that loved me and who I loved… except that Johnny was someone who was very different from everyone else… and I was scared to death of him.

He stood there, saying nothing, but I knew that he could see me… and see everything that I was doing.

Now, my eyes ware growing adjusted to the dark, and I could see him fairly clear too.

He wasn't smiling. Whatever was on his mind, I could tell that he was serious.

Deadly serious.

"Take your shirt off. Come on… hurry it up."

"It's cold out here, Johnny. Honest… I'm shivering."

"I'm getting ready to warm your ass up, don't you worry about that, Darling."

"Johnny, I didn't do anything to hurt you. I don't know why you have to be so mean to me."

"Take your clothes off, you worthless damn cunt, or you're really going to regret it."

I started to cry, but I guided my trembling fingers to my blouse and pulled it down over my shoulders.

Then, unclasping my bra, I let that fall to the ground as well.

"You're still wearing your panties," he said. "You can take them off yourself, or you can let me do it. If I do it, you probably won't be able to wear them again. So why don't you save me the trouble of ripping them off your body, huh?"

I took them off, and then, I was standing naked by the side of a deserted country road, not having the faintest idea what was coming up next.