"Uhhhhh…"

Sharon leaned heavily against a lamp post, her fingers clawing at the rough bark while her heart pounded hard! Yes, there were moments when she wished she could have taken her mother's place, seconds when she could almost feel the big man's hands pawing her, pulling at her flesh, tugging her hair, slapping her across the face and ass to increase her excitement!

"God, what… what must I be thinking of?"

Sharon shook her head violently as if she could knock those obscene thoughts away. Pushing herself from the pole, the young teen stumbled down the brightly lit boulevard, blind to the curious stares of passersby. She couldn't go home, not yet, not until she was certain that terrible man had left. After all, Hank had threatened to attack her, to fuck her!

"Fuck."

Sharon whispered that forbidden word, her flesh crawling again with excitement as she thought of the big stud and what he would do to her. Would he tie her up as he'd done to her mother, then fuck her brains out? What would it feel like to have a man on top of her, holding her down while he stuck his big prick into her cunt? These were questions the perky, blonde teen had asked herself again and again. But never before had she asked them with such urgency.

An hour passed by as she wandered through the shopping center, looking at displays and wondering what her mother was doing at home. At nine-thirty, Sharon mustered what courage she had and walked back through the dark side street to her home. Through the living room gauze curtains she could see movement. Her mother? Another instant passed when she thought about running. No, she had to get home.

"Oh, Sharon! You startled me," Janice cried as her daughter slammed the door shut.

"Sorry," the girl muttered, smoothing her fingers nervously down the front of her short dress.