I am a mother of three wonderful children, who I love very much. I have a son named Aaron, 18, who is somewhere near 6 feet, and has brown hair, and blue eyes. My daughters Lucy, 19, and Vikki, 22, both have reddish-brown hair like me, and blue eyes. My girls go to different colleges around the state, and my son to the local high school. I am 37 and also have reddish hair and blue eyes. My husband and I were divorced when Aaron was 10.
Since we were all together for the weekend, of course we were taking advantage by spending quality time together. We were at Aaron's football game sitting together in the bleachers with my brother Dave and his son.
Heath, 20, has sandy blonde hair like his dad, and brown eyes like his mom. Dave has blue eyes like our mom and dad. Dave's daughter Kim, 18, was the head cheerleader at the same high school. Dave's wife was working late, so she couldn't be there.
The game was very close, and my son was being beaten brutally. I almost couldn't watch the huge men tackle him and crush him like they were. He did seem to be helping his team, but in the end, our team lost by 6 points. My brother and I both took our sad children back to the parking lot. But then, some celebrating fans from the opposing team assaulted us!
The came from all sides, and punched my boy in the face! It took a few of them to take down Dave, but once they did, they began tying him up. One of them tackled my legs and began to hogtie my legs. It seemed that a similar treatment was befalling the rest of our family. The next thing I knew, some kind of bag was going over my head...
We seemed to be in a car. It had to be big, because i could tell that all of my family members were also in there. We began screaming and yelling and trying to talk to each other when BANG! A gunshot went off. One of our captors proceeded to talk, "Shut the fuck up or I'll shoot every single one of you! I've got the gun, and my limbs are free, so I nominate myself as authority over all of you. Now not another word or you get a bullet!" Immediate silence.
I felt my blouse being opened, and I made a squeaking noise. "Don't say a word, or I'll shoot your daughter." From another corner I heard Kim protesting, and then a slap! I couldn't believe this; my mind and heart were racing. To make matters worse, one of my captors was undoing my bra. He spoke once again, "Damn lady, for a lady you have some nice big titties!" Yes, they did fall into the D category, but the nerve of him saying it was disgusting to me.