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she
was able to reach her.  At the beach they all wore bathing suits and talk
revolved mostly around business and politics with only room for earnest
endeavors.
     
    *****
     
    Michelle’s train of thought
was suddenly disturbed as she heard a door squeak.  She listened intently,
her daydream of Greece utterly vanishing when suddenly a strange man appeared
beside her in the mirror.  She turned in panic.  Another man appeared
next to him.  She made an instinctive effort to cover herself but
instantly realized it was fruitless.  The taller of the two, a muscled,
tanned man with dirty blonde hair slicked closely backward, looked at her in
astonishment; his skinny white partner snickered with lust .
    She could not utter a
sound.  She could not think.  Then her parental instincts took over
and she sprang for Sammy’s room, but they were quicker.  They grabbed her
and placed her between them in front of the mirror.
    They were wild with
lust.  Her slender figure, tender white skin and private parts drove them
mad.  They fondled her in front of the mirror grabbing her nipples and
sticking their fingers in her.  She tried to resist but they were too big
and strong.  They flung her on the bed, cuffing her to the metal bed frame
above her head with a belt and continued violating her.  She was helpless .
    Then, simultaneously, they
both lowered their pants and jocks, shamelessly letting their erections spring
free.  She fought silently, afraid to scare little Sammy.  The blonde
tanned man positioned himself between her legs, spreading her, looking directly
at her exposed sex.  He then proceeded to violate her with his monstrous
fingers.  The skinny white man crouched above her, pinning her down, his
erect penis rubbing against her face.  The two produced animalistic sounds
while communicating horrifying descriptions of what they were about to perform .
    She felt sickened as the
tanned man penetrated her dryness with brutal force.  Sharp pain shattered
her body and soul.  The skinny man above her growled with desire. 
With a cry, she raised her upper body and vomited all over herself.  The
tanned man climaxed inside her with a loud groan .
    She fainted.  The two sat
on the bed watching her float in and out of consciousness.  Then they
wiped her clean with one of her own towels and swapped places.  It was the
skinny man's turn to violate her.  She became totally numb.  Her eyes
were open but she did not see.
    They took turns for another
hour, after which the skinny man produced a handgun and the tanned man shot her
twice in the head, muffing the blasts with a pillow, putting an end to her
misery .
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

       PART
ONE
     
           SANDSTORM
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER
ONE
     
    The sign above the entrance to
The Center for Missing Children was a modest one, partially erased and aging from
perpetual mistreatment by the vindictive New York City weather.  Anyone
not deliberately looking for it was unlikely to be aware of its presence, on
the ground floor of a ten-storey brownstone in Lower East Side, Manhattan .
    Sam Baker heaved the stout begrudging
oak door, as he did every morning, flinging it open with a bang.  He swore
under his breath, swearing to himself once again to harass the building
maintenance person into fixing his padlock.  He flicked on the lights,
kicking the door shut with his heel and stepped into a tiny foyer that led to a
narrow corridor accommodating several rooms positioned left and right.  He
stuffed his gloves and scarf in his coat pockets and hung his coat on a row of
plastic hangers lined shoulder high on the foyer wall .
    Thankful for the heater
holding up, he rubbed his hands together then put them to his mouth and blew,
his warm breath helping defrost his nose and fingers.  He stood a minute,
adjusting to the dreary morning ambiance, appreciating the few moments of solitude
he had, before the place filled up to become a chaotic chamber