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"Yipe!" I shouted, pointing.

She reacted instantly, swerving to the right, but overcompensated, and the car's right side went off the shoulder into a deep gully.

The car was not damaged, nor were we hurt, but Helen could not get enough traction to move the car either forward or backward.

"You try it, Bea," she suggested.

We exchanged places, but I had no better luck. The weight of the car needed both rear wheels to drive it, and one wheel just spun uselessly, barely touching the ground.

"We'll need a tow," I said. "You belong to the Automobile Club?" I asked her.

"Yes," she sighed, going through her purse. She found the card in her wallet and showed it to me. Something in her expression made me feel sorry for her. I patted her head.

"I'll go, Helen," I assured her. "It can't be more than a mile back there. You stay here."

She smiled at me. The warm smile of our childhood when we had just shared a candy bar, or when pushing little dolls around inside a doll house, our hands had accidentally bumped.

She leaned over and gave me a hug, and I could feel her heart beating through her skin.

Out on the road I was wishing I hadn't chosen to wear heels that day. I thought back to myself sitting in the bedroom that morning and making the choice. The road was level but at the pace I was trying to maintain, the walking was giving my muscles a workout.

As cars came up behind me, I tried slowing down to prevent too much of a bounce and swing to my butt. I would have welcomed a ride, but wasn't in the mood for offering myself as payment, even in jest.

Some cars slowed and went by. I noticed they contained couples, a not likely source for a hitch for someone like me. So many women, having once surrendered their names and identities to a man, are naturally insecure. Having an unperson then for a partner, the man will often seek a real individual elsewhere.

I thought of those guys as they went by. From the way one's face lighted up, I knew he would have offered me a lift if the wife had not been along. If women had anything approaching real freedom in the country, she would have been happy for him to stop.

An old black panel truck with white peace signs sloppily painted on it slowed down as it passed. A number of older teenage boys inside did some whistling and hooting. I waved at them good-naturedly.

It was a deserted section of the road. I could not recall any buildings between the kennel and where we had gone into the ditch. It was a cool day, and I was in no danger of working up a sweat.

The black panel truck had turned around and was slowly coming back the other way. As it came up abreast of me, it came to a stop. The driver, a young kid about twenty asked if I wanted a ride.

Some pleasant tone in his voice temporarily disarmed me and I said okay.

"I'm just going to the kennel," I said.

"Get in," he said in a matter of fact tone. "I'll turn around up ahead."

I walked around to the other side of the vehicle. A short, fat boy of seventeen or eighteen was already out of the truck and held the door open for me. I stepped up in, and the boy doing the driving told me to find a seat inside.

A curtain separated the body of the truck from the driving area, and as I stepped through, it took me a moment to become accustomed to the dimness inside. I soon noticed there were no seats. Two boys were seated on the floor near the rear. The floor was covered with blankets and sleeping bags.

The truck started up, and I sat down on one of the bags to keep from falling.

The boy who had been driving came through the curtain, and I concluded the fat boy must obviously be at the wheel. The boy sat down next to me.

"Peace!" he said, chewing on what must have been gum.

He had moved a little too close to me, and I grew apprehensive. "Whatever you say," I told him, shifting my position so as to let him know I didn't welcome any funny business.

"Know," he chewed. "A woman gets in a gig like this, I read she's hoping one thing." He was seated Indian-style and leaning slightly forward, his head nodding slightly as his jaws worked on the gum.

"You better go back to school and learn how to read," I said, getting up. "When's your kid brother going to turn this thing around?" Looking through the curtains, I got a glimpse of Helen standing alongside the car as we drove by. I was positive she had seen me, too.

Recovering from his initial surprise, the gum-chewing kid stood up and, grabbing my arm, spun me around. I lost my balance and fell, landing hard on my bottom. He flung himself on top of me immediately, pressing the bulge in his trousers into my crotch as hard as he could.

"You ain't gonna act so uppity, lady, when you find out there's real cock on board here," he snarled.

I pushed at him. He was actually hurting me with his weight and knew it. The two boys at the rear moved forward to watch. He wasn't about to budge, and just lay there. He began pressing the bulge rhythmically against me. I got the impression he was trying to work it up as it in no way felt hard.

"Real cock, lady," he said again.

I reached up with my mouth and bit him hard on the nose.

He rolled off, screaming and holding his nose. Coming back, he whacked me across the face with the back of his hand.

"I'll bite your tit off for that," he swore. "Hank! Bijou! Sit on her arms," he commanded the other two.

The two boys got on either side of me and sat with all their weight on the insides of my elbows. I could feel the circulation in my arms being cut off almost right away.

"We, got her good, Macho," one of them told the gum chewer. It was true. I couldn't do much more than move my shoulders.

"Now, let's see what kind of a cunt this one's got," the one called Macho said. He pushed my thighs aside violently, pulling the tendons. I cried out in pain. My legs had never been spread apart that wide before.

Grabbing hold of my panties, he tore them off in one quick yank. All three of them started to laugh at once.

"Look at that," Macho leered.

"All hair," snorted one of the others.

"Lady, you have got one hairy ass," Macho said to me. "Feel on it, Hank," he urged.

The kid on my left reached down and ran his fingers roughly into my vulva as if he were fingering gravel.

"That's enough," Macho said suddenly, irritation in his voice. "Now, lick 'em off," he commanded.

"Aw, Mach," Hank protested. "I ain't one to eat no pussy."

"That's why you got to lick 'em off," he said, smiling through clenched teeth. "You got to learn what these dumb cunts are made of."

Hank stuck the fingers in his mouth quickly, pulling them out almost immediately. Macho and Bijou roared and kept up the teasing. I shut my eyes hard.

"You know, Beej," Macho declared, "I've heard it said, a man who will eat cunt will eat cock, too."

"I've heard that, yeah, yeah," said Bijou, agreeing.

Hank tried to change the subject. "You gonna fuck her?" he asked, nodding in my direction.

"Maybe she's gonna eat a little cock first, then we'll talk about ass," Macho answered. He unhooked his belt buckle with one hand. Sucking in his stomach, he reached down with both hands and slowly unbuttoned his fly. Standing straight on his knees, he pushed his levi's and undershorts down below his groin.

The meat flopped out. He had no erection, but the penis appeared to have the potential of being quite large when hard. The testicles clung close to the base and had very long hairs growing out from the sac that contained them. There were not too many of them, but they were quite long.

The skin covering his penis grew down over the head, encapsulating it. I took this to mean that he was uncircumcised though I had never seen one like it before. I stiffened.

"How 'bout it, lady?" Macho urged, taking the penis in his hand and lolling it at me. "Getting hungry?" he grinned. "You want to be fucked, you're gonna have to work on it a little," he informed me, moving it closer.