I didn't know how rough… but I figured that he was going to beat me, and make me bleed, and I suddenly had weird thoughts about a trial, and I saw me staggering into a police station, and I saw the local cops sitting around, laughing at me, saying things like, "You're sure now, little lady, that you didn't give him the tiniest bit of encouragement…?"

And then, I felt Johnny's hands on my thighs, lifting them up off the car seat.

I was crying.

"Please… just be gentle… don't hurt me… please… don't hurt me."

He reached his hand down to my mouth, started to squeeze with his fingers, and he said, "You don't worry about a thing, Baby. I'll take care of you. Old Johnny and his cock'll take real good care of you."

He laughed then, a sharp, harsh, nasty laugh, and stuck his fingers into my cunt again.

"I think you done had your cherry popped, didn't you?"

I didn't say anything, but any fool could have figured that out.

"I guess old Clyde got a chance to dip his wick after all, didn't he?"

Johnny was talking about Clyde Potter, my very first boyfriend, and I thought for a while that he'd be the only man I'd ever love.

But then he went away to college, and so to getting even, I stopped loving him.

I guess I showed him.

But now, I was wishing that it could be Clyde's fingers up my cunt instead of Johnny's.

Clyde was gentle, and he really knew how to take care of me.

He could make me come almost every time, and he never hardly shot off too quick.

That's what I was thinking at the time, anyway.

But Johnny, he was being just as rough with me as he knew how.

Two fingers… three… stuffing them up into my hole and then spreading them apart as far as he could possibly stretch my hole.