Danielle blinked and two big teardrops rolled down each cheek. "They weren't that big yet, but he drooled over them all the same and I was only too proud to push my chest out so he could ogle my tits. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when he turned a moment later and asked

Cherys to take off her top as well."

“In a way it was my fault. Cherys didn't really want to do it, but I didn't want him to stop with me, so I talked her into doing it so we could all keep going. Cherys warned him that he could look, but he couldn't touch. She's always had that exhibitionist streak, damn proud of her hot body. But once she got her top off, Uncle Verne couldn't resist any longer." Danielle turned her head away, the pain now coming into her posture, and she went silent for a long couple of minutes.

I just held her, pouring as much Love into my embrace as I could.

Danielle shuddered over and over, and I was starting to worry before she seemed to calm down.

When she found her voice, it was a bare whisper. "If I hadn't been there, he probably would have succeeded at raping Cherys. As it was, the most he could do was rip her clothes off and dry hump her a couple of times before I got my nails onto his testicles.”

Danielle Looked up at me. "He calmed down real quick after that. Cherys and I were ready to bolt, but she was naked and her clothes were in tatters. If we got out and ran, where would we go? Uncle Verne pleaded with us to let him drive us home. We'd be in the backseat and he'd stay up front. He cried and he pleaded and we decided to give him the chance. He was true to his word on that. He never touched us again."

Her words were calm, but I could hear the strain in Danielle's voice. I also knew what it did to me. My muscles were rigidly tense and if Uncle

Verne were anywhere nearby I wouldn't have hesitated to go over and beat the living shit out him.

There was a long pause as Danielle digested what had happened that night. The way her eyes were darting back and forth, she was clearly reliving it. I was torn between wanting to stop the recollection and wanting to have Danielle let it all out.

When she finally spoke again, Danielle leaned against me and her voice was just barely above a whisper.

“I almost felt sorry for him. Uncle

Verne really wasn't a bad guy. He was in such shame over what he was doing, he up and moved out of state the very next month. But what he said in the car that night just haunted me. And I know with absolute certainty that it Left a wicked scar on Cherys' psyche."

Danielle's voice took on a quiet bitterness.

“After he stopped apologizing halfway back to home, he took on an angry, defensive tone.

He said it wasn't his fault. We were teasing him with our nubile bodies and skimpy clothing. He was just a man, and men were just barely-restrained animals. Push them too far and they lose control. It wasn't his fault. We'd pushed him too far. Any other man would have been seduced by our charms if we let them get too close."

Danielle started crying again. "I didn't disagree with him at the time.

Enough of my dates had tried to cop a feel or get their hands into my pants. Every time I gave them an inch, they tried to take the whole nine yards."

“Cherys was even worse. Her trusted uncle, a man she'd known for her entire life Lost control of his body and tried to rape her. Then he warned us than any guy we were with would do the same if we let them get too far. For immature, teenaged girls, it was enough to scare us off of guys."

Danielle shuddered and squeezed my hand. She took a long breath, and then went silent for another minute. I simply stroked her hair and tried to will reassuring thoughts into her head.

Eventually, she got started again.

“Uncle Verne dropped us both off at our house. You probably didn't even notice since she and I were always sneaking in Late. I loaned Cherys some of my clothes so she could make it back home the next day. Fortunately, almost all of her bruises could be covered up or hidden with makeup. No one ever knew. The experience bonded us closer together than ever. We weren't just best friends anymore. We were more than that."

Danielle let a small smile onto her face for the first time. "We stopped dating guys completely. Didn't want to... tempt them. We were deathly afraid of date-rape from then on."

Danielle finally looked up into my face.

“You probably remember us getting the reputation of Ice Queens.”