Sperm shot into her wetly cringing young womb like molten lava from a volcano; squirting out again and again as he shrieked his climax through tightly gritted teeth. And Linda groaned as her belly sizzled with the heated liquid – sharp, burning, stabbing bolts of white fire; never-ending.

He raised up, finally, the cruelly leering wide grin still cutting across his sweaty face, and she knew that it was over and done. Fearing for her life, she remained frozen and quiet, as he hovered over her, his breath coming in hot gasps, like a devil-dragon from hell.

Later, it was the sight of the sailor's smirking face that had stayed with Linda like a horrible nightmare, not the actual rape itself. He had left her there naked in the clearing as he found her, save for one important difference. Her virginity was gone, but in its place he had left a seed implanted; a seed that was to grow in her belly and give her a child. Rick!

She had been able to pull herself together quickly enough to make her way home before her mother and father would become suspicious of her lateness. This she was grateful for, for in her fear, she had absolutely no intention of telling her parents what had happened. Doing so would mean admitting she was where she shouldn't have been, and though it was possible for her to lie about her state of dress at the time, if the sailor was picked up, there would certainly be conflicting stories. Her only choice was to act as if nothing had happened – that she had been at the choir rehearsal.

What she had not counted on was her pregnancy!

Linda ignored the early signs of her pregnancy like she could actually wish such an event away, and this fact made it all the more difficult for her to explain when it could no longer be hidden. It was nearly five months after the incident in the park when the confrontation with her parents occurred, and in spite of her frightened, sincerely abject, tearful confessions, her story never really sounded believable.