She reached behind her back and released the clasp on her bra. For some reason she didn't feel so sick or disgusted any longer. Perhaps it was because she'd made up her mind to do what he wanted.

She glanced into the driver's mirror and saw Rena glancing back.

Rena's face bore an expression of horror. Jennifer started to pray that her young friend didn't do anything stupid.

"That's nice," he said, "that's so god damned nice."

His fingers touched her bare flesh as he slipped his hand under the loosened bra. His fingers felt much hotter as he stroked her breast.

He couldn't seem to get enough of touching her. She leaned farther back against the seat and allowed him to do what he wanted.

"They are so beautiful," he breathed.

There was a chance she might have grabbed for the gun for he seemed to have forgotten about it. He had pushed both his rough hands underneath her bra to cup her breasts.

Jennifer decided against it. She didn't know how quick he could be, and she didn't know that much about guns. Maybe it had a safety or something and she would look pretty stupid trying to shoot him with a gun that wouldn't shoot.

Besides, it wasn't so bad. Other boys had touched her breasts. She had been a cheerleader in high school and every boy in school had tried.

There was no sense pretending to be so shocked by what this man was doing.

She wanted to live most of all.

"Baby," he said, "baby, I've got to kiss them."

She reached down and pulled up her sweater to her neck. His eyes ran over her exposed body. She wasn't ashamed of herself. She knew she had a good build with two large creamy breasts capped with large pink nipples,

"Jesus," Dave Madden said softly.

He had her bra up and he bent his head to lick her nipples. This was the place she had always stopped the boys in school. She was extremely sensitive around her nipples. She got turned on too easily.