"N-Not here… not here," she'd insisted, catching at his hand and noticing the obscene bulge to the front of his trousers where his pumpkinlike stomach adjoined his groin. "There's no place here where we won't be seen…"

"Where, then?" he'd rasped, his licentious, bloodshot eyes raking her young curvaceous body hungrily.

"There's no safe place around here," she'd answered him quickly. "And if we were caught my father would kill you…"

Suddenly, he'd pulled off to the side of the dirtroad, his arms enveloping her and his thick lips engulfing hers, wetly, voraciously, sucking her small mouth into his own like a vacuum cleaner. She'd tried to struggle, but his surprise lunge had caused a frightened wave of dizziness to overwhelm her and momentarily she'd thought she would faint. He'd held her so tight that the breath had rushed out of her, and even now she could not remember whether he was deceivingly strong, or she unexplainably weak. His tongue had burst into her mouth like a slimy, wet eel, exploring, brushing obscenely around the inside. She had been nearly overcome with his odor of sweat and cologne, and his massive anomalous body easily subdued her own.

"No, no, no!" she'd insisted. "Let me go… Later! Later!"

She'd fought him furiously, until at last, he'd seemed to regain control of himself and listen.

"What… later? What'd you mean?" he grunted, breathing heavily into her face.

She had bit at her lower lip. "I want you to take me away with you."

He'd stared at her. "Away with me…?"

"Yes. I want to go to Boston. If you'll take me with you… then… then I'll let you… do things to me."