J. T. Watson

Gang-raped sisters

CHAPTER ONE

Beverly Parham loved to ride. She loved riding more than she loved to do anything else. She would take her horse out to the field every chance she got.

But today she was riding for a different reason and she was just a little excited.

She was going to meet Wayne Brown. She knew what kind of boy Wayne was. Her parents had warned her against Wayne from the first moment they'd seen him. They thought he was vulgar and mean. Even her friends warned Beverly about him. They told her that only bad girls went out with him and he only went with a girl for one reason.

But Beverly was a hard girl to convince once she'd made up her mind about a person.

And she liked Wayne!

He was so good-looking with his dark, unruly hair and his blue eyes and the way his muscles bulged underneath his tight shirts. Just looking at him gave Beverly the shivers. There was something exciting about him that she'd never known in any other boy. Something wild and untamed, and just a little bit dangerous.

He had approached her that day in school right in front of her friends.

"Hello, Sissy," he had said.

"Don't call me that," Beverly said. "That's only a name my sister gave me."