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" I don’t know what you’re talking about," she replied, irritated. " You will," he smiled, looking round at the others. Jimmy started tugging on the hem of her dress again. She wanted to slap him--hard!
" Stop it, Jimmy!," she demanded. She realized that from where she was standing now on the steps he could see up her dress. " Having fun, twerp?" she chided. She looked down at him over her shoulder.
" Why don’t you have a drink?" Billy Bob said. He held up the half empty jar of liquor toward her in a lazy, relaxed manner. " You might like sinning a little."
" C’mon," Zeke chimed in. She could feel Jimmy’s hand brushing up and down her calf. His hand moved down to her ankle and encircled it. Gripped it. She could feel the warmth of his hand radiate up her leg. She shivered involuntarily. Goosebumps formed on the nape of her neck.
Haughtily, she shook out her long, blonde hair and stepped over Billy Bob’s leg and reached for the handle of the screen door. But Lester and Zeke stepped between her and the door. She felt a pair of hands on her shoulders.
" Why don’t we have a little fun," she heard Billy Bob say. His mouth was only an inch away. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek, smell the reek of whiskey and marijuana.
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" Let me go!" she said, suddenly scared. Lester and Zeke stood in front of her. Billy Bob was on her right. Earl came up on her left, and from behind, she felt Jimmy’s hands suddenly resting on her hips.
" We just wanna have some fun, Annie," Billy Bob said. " Let’s fuck her, Billy Bob," Jimmy said. Annabelle froze as the four-lettered word seemed to hang tangibly in the air. She couldn’t believe what was happening was happening.
She felt herself being lifted off the porch floor. The screen door banged open. They took her inside. Hands held her wrists and ankles. Her attempt to scream was cut off by a hand over her mouth. Her face was crushed between warm hard bellies. Knees prodded her. She felt her hips bang against furniture. She was jostled about like a sack of potatoes.
Suddenly she was on a bed. She was lying on her back staring at the ceiling. They held her arms and legs spread-eagled. It was their room. They all shared one large room. She and her mother had separate bedrooms. There were basketball posters on the walls. The room had the stale, sweaty smell of dirty socks and underwear.
Billy Bob stood at the base of the bed watching. Zeke and Lester were on either side of the bed holding her wrists. Earl and Jimmy held her by the ankles. She writhed helplessly, straining to break free; her face was red with the effort. Her smooth, white teeth were gritted fiercely. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead.