Ellen crouched down below the pile of gleaming white sand, then began inching up over the smoothly sloping mound. The sound of voices was clearer now, and the sharp groans from the girl seemed to be turning into squeals of pain that sent a shudder of fright through Ellen's stomach.

"Oh yes, that feels good, yeeessss, I like it like that!" the female voice echoed out clearly.

Then in a flash of startled recognition Ellen knew the pleading sounds that were obviously mixed with pleasure were coming from her own sister's mouth! Now, she was too close to move away, and no matter what was happening to Jennifer, and no matter how her sister might be fighting or enjoying whatever the man was doing to her, she must at least see what was going on to clear up the confused thoughts that raced through her brain.

The crouching young girl took a deep breath and worked her way slowly and silently up the long slope of sand. It seemed as though it took hours for her to move just a few feet, and she found the sand catching uncomfortably in the cuffs of her jeans and scraping against her calves and sandalled feet as she inched gradually to the top. Her whole body tensed as she reached the flat ridge of sand at the summit of the long slope.

The sand suddenly gave against the pressure of her body, and some of it sifted down towards the shadowy figures she could barely make out below.