her mind. You'll never get away with this, you know. Why, just forcing me to stay where I am, getting me to come up here, all of this can be called kidnapping. You know what the laws are for kidnapping?'
Lonny laughed again, jabbing with his elbow at his friends and giving Beth a little squeeze. You invited us up here, right fellas? That's contributing to the delinquency of minors. How about them apples?'
The boys all laughed. The bottle was thrust at Beth again and she drank to assuage her fear. What kind of thing had she fallen into? What kind of people were they? First Tina and then Wilma and now these leering kids. The whiskey burned down heir throat and into her stomach. Beth knew she had to get out of the mess she was in. If nothing else, she could roll the camper downhill to a place where she could call for help or be seen.
Then her rapidly fogging mind realized she would be rolling downhill backwards in the dark and there were so many twists and turns. Which was the first one, right or left?
While she was thinking, the boys were moving. Mike suddenly had her by the wrist. 'Come on,' he said, getting out and pulling her. 'Not 'nough room. In the back then we all can get in.'
Beth stepped out of the cab and fell drunkenly into the bushes as the boys laughed and pulled her roughly to her feet. She was pulled, half leaning, along the length of the camper and helped in. She was pushed inside with Mike yelling, 'Let her have a seat, give the li'l lady a seat
She found her way to her bully and sat down heavily. The white lightning was having its effect. She tried to focus as the boys crowded in, an seven of them with Lonny being the eighth and loader. They began prying into things, tossing books around, laughing, investigating what food she had and even going through her clothing, holding her thin flimsy panties up and hooting.
Beth made a feeble attempt to stop them, holding out one arm and finding a pint in it. 'Come on, bottom's up!' they yelled, sprawling all around her. She drank again, finding it did indeed go doom easier after a few drinks. She handed the bottle to Lonny and smiled at him in a futile attempt to get him on her side.
Mike was rolling some cigarettes and passing them around. The boys were lighting them up and inhaling, holding their breath and passing them on. Mike handed her one and Beth looked at it with bleary eyes. 'I don't smoke,' she said, holding it out to Lonny.
'You'll smoke this one,' Lonny said. That's something special.'
'What is its' Beth asked, her tongue suddenly thick.
'Grass,' one of the boys said, laughing.
Beth looked puzzled, knitting her brows and looking down at the badly made cigarette.
'Pot! Mary Jane! Marijuana!' Lonny said, leaning close. 'It'll turn you on.'
'No!' Beth said, throwing the cigarette away.
Lonny shrugged. 'Okay, then it's more white lightning for our schoolteacher. Where the hell is the bottle?'
'No, please,' Beth slurred, putting her hands up. 'I'll get sick.'
'You'll get smashed, that's what!' Mike yelled as he grabbed her again and they forced her head back and raw alcohol poured down her throat and she choked and gasped.
One of the boys found her Coleman lantern and pumped it up and lit it, adjusting the wick so that the light was low. The boys checked the curtains at Lonny's warning. 'Any little bit of light up here will travel for miles.'
Beth had her hand over her mouth, still trying to catch her breath when Lonny retrieved the marijuana cigarette and handed it back to her, saying, 'Take this or another belt of booze.'
Beth took the cigarette and they lighted it and she puffed on it, blowing the smoke out.
'No, take a deep drag then hold it in!' Mike said.
She did as she was told. She held her breath for as long as she could exhaling in a long sigh. They made her smoke the whole cigarette and she was grateful for the time, trying to think of what she could do. There was a flashlight. She could get the flashlight and hit them with it and run down the trail. She grinned to herself and Lonny, seeing the grin, said, 'Ah, the lady is getting stoned.'
The trouble was, she couldn't remember where the flashlight was. Despite the circumstances, it was funny that she couldn't remember and she giggled. The harder she giggled, the more she tried to stop. Soon, it seemed like they were all laughing as hard as they could and the camper was hot and thick with a sweet pungent odor.
Beth stopped laughing, wiping her eyes and sitting up. So much time had gone by. Or had it? She looked at the cigarette in her hand and was amazed to see that it was nothing but a tiny stub! It had gone out and just a second ago she had taken her first puff!
Before she could say anything, she was handed another cigarette and somebody lit it for her. Beth sat back on her cot, crossing her legs and smoking. She had never felt so strange. She seemed to be floating, drifting and her body felt good even if it seemed impossible to know how much time had gone by or what was happening. Lonny was next to her on the cot. 'Feel good, now?' he asked.
Beth smiled at him and nodded. Her fear was ebbing. They weren't so bad, just young kids acting big. Nothing was really bad, she just had to broaden her mind and understand, that's all. Actually, it was kind of nice being with the boys and laughing. Except she didn't approve of the drinking. Nor the marijuana. She giggled, thinking there was so much she didn't approve of yet she liked the situation.
The boys were naughty. They were young boys growing into manhood and they were being smutty and bad. A shiver ran through her body and she became confused at the feelings she was experiencing. She had flirted with Lonny before, and now, as she looked around, she found most of the boys appealing. Young and appealing. She smiled around.
'Why don't you take your clothes off?' Lonny said after a silence.
And there was another silence without any of them moving. All of them were looking at her. It seemed an eternity before she could say, 'No, that would be wrong.'
'Come on,' Lonny said impatiently, 'we all saw you do it with Wilma.'
'That was different.'
'Oh, sure, yeah, right!' the boys called to one another.
'You a dyke?' Lonny asked.
'Huh?' Beth wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but guessed. 'No. Wilma Gans tricked me and I'm going to report her.'
'Yeah, you do that,' Lonny said dryly, 'and be sure you tell my Dad just how you loved it.'
'She tricked me!' Beth said with as much vehemence as she could muster. 'She got me drunk and gave me some tea to drink and I didn't know what was happening. You've got to believe me! I'm not that kind of girl!'
Lonny put his hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and wild. 'Maybe you really think you're not that type of girl, but I saw you in action and you loved it. Now I'm going to lay it out for you. You did it for Wilma Gans, you're going to do it for us or else.' He held a freshly made marijuana cigarette out to her. 'Now you smoke this or it's more white lightning.'
Beth smoked the cigarette and felt her will melting. Her body began to feel so good and her mind so strange. A feeling, dark, intense, forbidding, was beginning to churn deep in her groin and she did her best to conceal it as she seemed to take endless drags on the cigarette.
Someone was helping her out of her fringed jacket and she let them. With all the bodies in the little camper, it was hot and she felt more comfortable without the jacket. Still, there was the cigarette to smoke. Was it the same one or a new one? She giggled at not knowing such a simple fact.
She leaned back on the cot, her back against the camper wall and watched, a faraway little smile playing on her lips, as Lonny boldly unbuttoned the front of her blouse. He finished and pulled the blouse open and all the boys crowded around to look at her black bra and the snow-white orbs of her huge, firm breasts that blossomed and bulged out around the black material. A strange sensation came over Beth. Something in her liked seeing the boys' eager greedy faces stare at her almost naked loveliness. Something seething and unholy wanted her to go on while another part of her thought the scene loathsome and depraved. It was all right for them to act curious, it was natural for them to want to know about women, but it was another story for her to enjoy it and feel like encouraging it.
Her feelings about the night before, the feelings her fogged mind and body thought and felt the night before were all coming to the surface. The boy named Mike and Lonny were helping her out of her blouse. It was wrong! It was so wrong yet she found herself thrilling to the rough touch of their hands and seeing their faces so excited and she sat back trying to suppress a lewd smile at their reaction to her bare flesh. Inside, she was torn: she wanted to scream yet was enjoying the feeling so much.
