He reached down and started opening her car door. She didn't know why but she had a sudden feeling of fear. She tried to lock her door but she wasn't fast enough. The door was open and the wet spray was getting into the car.

"Careful," she said. "You're going to get me wet."

"I'm going to do a lot more than that, baby," he told her. "I promise you, a lot more than that."

The sound of his voice frightened her. So did the leer on his face. She took a good look at the young policeman. For the first time she noticed that he didn't have any kind of uniform on under the rain jacket. And he was wearing tennis shoes.

At that moment her stomach did a flip flop. She knew she was in trouble. She wasn't sure what kind of trouble, but she had the feeling it was going to be serious.

"Please don't hurt me," she said.

"Get out of the car, bitch," the policeman said.

She hesitated and he did not give her another opportunity. He grabbed her arm and jerked her out into the rain. She slipped in the mud but he held her steady. It was funny, but her first thought was of her hair. She reached up to cover it up.

She shouldn't have done that for it made the blue dress cling even tighter to her lush figure. He was looking down the front of her dress and leering again.

"Nice-looking body," the policeman said. "Really stuffed. You're built like a brick shithouse, baby!"

The young officer jerked her into his arms. His rain jacket pressed against her body. He kissed her mouth. She struggled to be free of him but he wouldn't allow it. His hands moved down her back and took hold of her asscheeks. He squeezed her until she gasped. She kept struggling but now the other man had joined them.

The other man looked bigger and stronger. He put his arms around her from behind. She knew what was going to happen, and she struggled frantically. It did no good. His hands slipped up and covered both her tits. He started fingering them. She had never even allowed any boy to touch her there before.