Monday, July 19th: Claudia Hamilton tries to escape
She heard, through the hazy unconsciousness that was becoming to take her because of the stress of two nights’ multiple rapes, the voices of the two men arguing. Suddenly, while she pretended to fall asleep, she listened to it all.
"Hey, bro, why don’t you bind her ankles again? The whore could escape, now." The voice of the enormous brute, the Chief of the gang, boomed: "No, she won’t. She’s all fucked up, you see? This one will go nowhere now, I tell you".
"Maybe you’re right, but if she turns and run? You know we’re all working now, and the Interstate is just a few feet from the front gate, and we have to keep that open." "Who cares? If she tries to get through the garage, we’ve got our two bros that are there dismantling that Caddy, no? So she couldn’t pass, and the front door is locked. No way." When they exited the door, she heard one last phrase "No, she won’t be able to get away from the garage. Be sure, we’ll have a few days more to have fun with her."
Slowly, she tried to understand her condition. The bed was very big, all covered, now, with stains of blood and sperm leaking from her cunt and asshole. She felt a wreck; all her genital zone was numb from pain. Her body was covered in scratches and bruises, but all little enough to mend quickly; so she tried to move her legs, slowly, surprised that she was really free. Her ankles were, at least; her wrists were solidly bound together behind her back. And there was nothing she could for it, the duct tape being too strong for any effort to free herself.
But she had to escape. She knew that those brutal rapers would not let her alive after all they’d finished with her. And she couldn’t bear anyway the idea of being in their filthy hands for another gang-rape....
Claudia looked around. The room was empty, and she wondered if they had really left her alone. Cautiously, she tried to sit down; having her hands tied behind was a little bit more difficult, but she did it. She stood up, and understood she had weak knees and every part of her body was sore and numb, so she waited a little. The silence was near absolute, only a few dogs’ howls and the beating of some hammers in the garage broke it.
Having summoned all her courage, Claudia began to walk to the door. It wasn’t locked, and she managed to open it with her elbows and shoulders: she headed for the garage, whose metal door was also open. She opened it slowly, hoping it didn’t creak, and she looked inside. As Marvin had said, there were only three men there; the two younger brothers, Wayne and Mike, and the retarded Sean, now carrying a gearbox as it was a toy. They weren’t far, and she could hear their dialogue; shivering, she understood they were speaking about her.
"Well, it’s been a couple of nice nights, but the next one will be better, no? That slut deserves a full treatment even tonight" The other laughed "We’ll let Sean have his way again on her asshole, tonight, so she’ll have it all!" "Yeah," the first grinned, "but not only that. I’ve new ideas for the girl.... she won’t like it, maybe, but I bet you will." "Who cares if she likes it or not?" The other laughed. "She’s our slave, that honkey slut. She’s here to please us, not to have fun!" And the third yelled "My, you bet! And at the end, we could always sell her to the bikers.... Garcia and Bongo were quite taken by her, yesterday!"
Crazy with fear, she looked at the external door, and at the outside fence. It looked very far; it must have been at least 300 feet from the building, and she couldn’t see the gate, but she knew that it must have been there, and she had to get at it. Once she had crossed the first hundred yards, she could anyway hide amidst the hundreds of wrecked cars scattered around the immense yard.
The real problem was that she was naked, and had no shoes. The stones, pebbles and metallic debris of the yard would hurt her, but she had no choice. She began to move towards the door, taking advantage of the fact that the men were turning her back at her, then, always crouching, walked to the door; then stood up and walked more quickly, feeling near to escape, even if being naked, in stockings and garters alone, in the bright sunshine of a California summer, wasn’t good for hiding. But she saw a gate, at the end of that natural corridor made of piles of wrecked cars, so, even if it was so far away, salvation looked near. Her long legs were now feeling better, so she took all her courage and ran quickly towards the gate.
The first hundred yards were quite easy; still, she had to duck between two huge piles of cars to have some rest. Her feet were hurting already, and she needed some relief. Claudia hid there for a few minutes, panting, listening for noises; she heard nothing, only some distant hammering. They hadn’t still realised that she was escaping.... good, she thought, I can really escape, and then I’ll call the Police and I’ll cut the balls of all those niggers off, personally.
The space where she was crouching now had a passage at the end, that seemed to point directly to the main gate; Claudia decided to try to pass there. Standing again, she prepared for the next part of her escape, and began to pace quickly towards the gate, feeling her victory was quite near, now. She was near the exit, near the road, the Interstate! Yes, she was nude, and it would not be easy to stand there, tits and ass out, asking someone to stop, but the end of the ordeal was near, now!
It was then that she heard the sudden barking coming from behind her. The dogs! She had forgotten the guard dogs! Claudia looked back and saw three enormous, dark beasts racing towards her, white teeth gleaming in their open mouth. Blinded by panic, she began to run franticly towards the fence. Her legs, long and slender, allowed a fast pace, and she did her best to outrun those beasts. She couldn’t know that a camera was recording her frantic run to the fence, to have the guys enjoy afterwards, sadistically, her desperate run, the fear on her face, the lewd bouncing of her large tits on her chest, but there was no chance; before she could reach the fence she was got by the first dog, one of the two Dobermans, who jumped on her back and threw her off her balance.
The gorgeous blonde tried to keep running, but the other Doberman got for her left ankle, jumped and bit it hard. This made her scream; her hands being bound, she now had to way to stay erect, not with two large, angry dogs biting at her ankles. She stumbled helplessly and fell on the oily dirt, tits first, with an impact that was almost as painful as the bite of the first Doberman and the one, lighter, that the second gave her on an arm.
But at least she was very near to the fence, so the road must be there, and she tried to scream; then she realised there was no noise there, no car engines whistling past, all was silent. She focused her eyes over the fence and realized that there was no road. Stunned, she shut up, crawling to the fence in a vain, hysterical effort to escape the hounds. But they kept her there for good; the dogs had clearly been trained to keep intruders there for their Masters, and the first kept her pinned to the ground while the second began to sniff between her legs; she tried to hold them closed, but the Doberman made her feel his teeth and she, scared, opened the thighs.
Capture, and punishment
She felt someone walking towards her from behind, and a very angry voice boomed just over her. "So this bad, bad girl wanted to run away, eh? Bad, bad girl. You’ll learn now that it’s no good upsetting all of us." The whole family was there; one of the guys had a metal bar, nearly one metre long, with two clamps on each end, and he quickly fastened each ankle of Claudia to those cuffs. Now she could only keep her legs wide open, and, scared as hell, wait for the worst.
The dogs still were all around her, sniffing and licking at their prey writhing in the dirt. Roy, having filmed all of it, the escape, the dogs chasing her, the capture, said "Hey, bros, look like the dogs like the slut here. They deserve some fun, too. Why don’t we get them some nice white pussy?" They all laughed, and Marvin said "Nice idea, man. But first, let’s put the pussy in the right place." He turned at Sean "Brother, carry me that Cadillac V8 you just took off the Coupe De Ville. Yes, the bare one, no filter, no carburettors... the bare block."
Hunter, Killer and Reaper
In a couple of minutes, the engine, suspended on a hoist, was thrown in the dirt beside her, in the middle of the ‘yard’, formed by high piles of wrecked cars, where she’d been dragged. It was so heavy that even Sean, when the engine was on the floor, couldn’t move it: a length of chain was rolled under it and over the block, then the prisoner was lifted from the dirt and forced to kneel on a cushion put on the top of the rough block, so her bust was draped over the engine, her thighs pressing on the front part of it, her big tits oscillating just out over the other side.
Roy filmed the obscene setup from all sides, then Marvin said "Well, the dogs must have their share of fun. Let’s see what they would do to a slut like this one!" They all cheered, and widened the circle around the girl so obscenely draped on the Cadillac block. Wayne, though, had another idea, and ran towards the inner yard, saying to his brothers to yeld the dogs by their collars. He came back a few seconds after with the fourth dog, the female in heat that the other three were so horny about; Marvin said "Man, the slut here has already a lot of smell, like a bitch. That’s what made the hounds run so fast after the slut." "Yes, I know", Wayne answered with a wicked smile, "but I think we’ll have to use her a little bit more, how can I say? extensively. So, now!"
He dragged the bitch in front of Claudia Hamilton’s beautiful, but tear- and pain-strained, face; Wayne forcefully turned the dog so that the blonde actress faced the rear legs of the dog, and what was in between... that was her sex, of course. Under the ever-watchful eye of James’ cameras, Wayne pulled her hair back to keep her face upturned and then slammed the bitch’s open, heated sex hole in the blonde actress’ face, clutching it all over her nose and mouth, smearing her lips with the sex juice of the dog. "Lick her, you bitch! You’re both bitches, so don’t make a fuss!" The poor girl had to extend her tongue and try to lick the dog’s sex. Then, just to be sure, he did the same at the other end, having the dog smear with juice also Claudia’s inner ass cheeks. Only then the bitch was taken away and closed in her yard; the three dogs, that had been barking savagely and kept at a safe distance until then, were left free again.
The first Dobermann, named Hunter, was the first to be released, because he was the one who had bitten her first, and he immediately commandeered a leading position: he jumped on her upturned, defenceless ass, placed her paws on her back and plunged his thin but still respectable cock in her wet, gaping pussy, then began to hump her for good.
The other two, beaten at the game, circled around the girl while she, sobbing in humiliation and pain, was submitted to that ordeal to the mocking calls of the Blacks surrounding her. Then the large Rottweiler, Killer, sniffed her face, and got the right idea; being so huge, it wasn’t difficult for him to put the front legs on the block besides the girl’s bust, and his cock, a red stick of pulsating meat that was larger than Hunter’s, and that he shoved right in her face. She had the idea of turning her head, but the voice of Marvin freezed her: "Just let it in, gal. You turn your head, I slit your throat."
Scared stiff again, she surrendered and let the dog search for a suitable aperture to shove his horny pecker inside. He found her mouth, and the scent of the bitch in heat made him slide it in and pump in what was a soft, warm hole anyway.
"Pumped by both sides! By dogs!" Marvin boomed in irrepressible laughter. "Look at this, bros! That’s the nicest way to treat a fucking honky of a white lifeguard!" They were all laughing in amazement while the girl was assaulted by the two hounds, and even more when, having ejaculated in that hospitable pussy, Hunter got off and his place was immediately taken by the equally horny Reaper, that spent anyway an amusing amount of time licking the pussy and nosing it in. Even Killer at the end spewed his nauseating sperm in her mouth, and he kept her mouth open, letting her head drop, to have the dog’s cum exit her lips.
The men drifted away, leaving her alone, with the four dogs just cruising along. Claudia didn’t know if she was more humiliated, frightened, or simply disgusted; mainly, she was scared by those hounds circling around her. Every now and then one of those animal brutes would arrive behind her and plant his nose in her ass crack, and, as her fear made her produce a lot of liquids, the dogs would always lick it a bit, then they would jump on her and fuck.
After one hour, Roy wanted a change of view, and he came out with Wayne; they untied the sobbing girl, had her stand up and took the metal bar off her ankles. Then they put the bar under the engine, halfway along its length, fixed the cushion on the top of the engine block, then she was forced to lie down on the engine again, this time belly up.
She understood what they wanted to do, and they did it: her ankles were bound again to the rings on the bar, so her legs were fully open and her shaved, battered crotch especially available as the ankles were forced to stay well behind, under her ass. To the same rings, they bound her wrists, so her body was spread, available, utterly defenceless; the men liked it immensely. They knew it would not be such a comfortable position to fuck her, for a man, but, for the dogs, it was Heaven. Wayne took one of her large nipples between his right hand’s thumb and forefinger, squeezing it and then twisting it cruelly until he heard her scream in pain. He did the same to the other nipple, grinning, and added "You’ll have another nice turn with our guards, slut.... you’ll turn out a nice good animal lover after this, bitch!" and he left, leaving Roy to handle the cameras.
The dogs took immediately advantage of that position; one after the another, like the men had done before, the three enormous dogs came back at raping her. The first, this time, was Reaper; he sniffed at that open pussy, oozing cum of all species, and decided it was good; he jumped on her undefended body, threw his paws directly on her soft milk bags and shoved his respectable cock in her fuck hole. The dog began to jump on her wildly, franticly, and Roy was eager to show his red dick invading her naked pussy. Then it was Killer, and Hunter, and all three fucked her for what looked an eternity to the young blonde. Desperate, but helpless, sweating, oozing dog cum, she was now hopelessly debased, and she felt desperate.
Sean plunders her asshole
The dogs had their way with her for another good three hours; after the first hour, she didn’t care so much anymore. She simply lied there and waited the next assault. And she remained there, limping on the metal block as Killer or Hunter or Reaper shoved their knots in her gaping, oozing pussy.
Two days of continuous rape was something she could not even imagine, but, after so many abuses, her body simply got somehow used to it. Or maybe the pains and sufferings of her sexual enslavement were being surpassed, in her humiliated brain, by other stimuli, the primary ones, hunger, thirst. It was almost 72 hours since she’d eaten that small, stylish salad with Ginger Johnson in LA, the night before she’d had only two small sandwiches, and now she was hungry, desperately hungry.
She tried to ask for something to eat to Wayne, and what she got was a large glob of cum in her mouth, with the words "That’s it, slut! Eat cum, that’s your dinner!" But then they realized that they’d really have to give her something to eat. It was no use having such a good piglet to play with and having her starve to death. Besides, they had to eat themselves anyway.
Wayne went with the car to a nearby McDonald’s, to take back some food. While he was away, Claudia was ‘cleaned’ with a water nozzle that was rudely shoved up her pussy to wash the dogs’ cum, and they let the water run a few minutes in her battered hole; the same was done in her asshole, like an enema, while her mouth was let to her, that had to wash it and her teeth, gargling carefully. She was happy to get a wash, even if this meant that they were planning another rape. Then, she could put a sort of supertight minishirt that covered only a part of her body, then she could sit with them and was handed her dinner.
The greasy hamburgers were quite different from the light, healthy food she was used to eat, but her hunger made her forget anything, and she ate two burgers quickly, feeling better; as for drinking, there was only a choice between beer and whiskey, so she chose a ice-cold Bud, then drank another. Thinking that maybe they wouldn’t give her other food for a lot of time, she decided to eat a third one; it was half-cold now, and the cheese inside was stiff, but she was still quite happy to eat it. A third beer made her feel real full, her belly squashing with all that food and liquid; she felt relaxed enough to sleep, and she hoped that they would allow it. But they had different plans.
They ate and drank a while; at 3 pm, all full of greasy food and booze, the men grew horny again, she felt dizzy, confused, more than a little bit sick, nauseous. Claudia Hamilton didn’t even take too much notice of the fact that she had Wayne’s large right hand between her splayed thighs, cupping her naked crotch, and that another brother was massaging her tits; one brother’s tongue was invading her mouth, they were kissing each other in a lewd, more than passionate, way. Suddenly, Wayne and Sean pulled her to her feet and, half-naked as she was, forced to walk out of the building with them, Roy following with his cameras.
The sun was scorching, outside, and added discomfort to the sickening girl. They dragged her on a dirty mattress between two large piles of wrecked cars, in a part of that labyrinth were nobody could see from out side; Wayne kicked an old wooden chair on the mattress so its back was on the mattress, and forced her to kneel over it, so she had to keep her ankles well apart to avoid to scrape her knees on the wood of the chair’s back, and her belly was lying on the edge of the seat. Her tits, still covered by the shirt, were lying on the now horizontal legs of the chair.
Too tired and sick to resist, she knew that they wanted to rape her pussy again, her well-open, spread, exposed pussy; Sean was crawling behind her, with his monster cock, and braced herself for it. She’d taken it before, and it was awfully painful, so she could get it again. But, suddenly, she felt that it wasn’t her pussy that the demented Negro wanted; with a sudden shiver of horror, she felt his enormous cockhead pressing on her asshole, and she tried to resist, to protest.
She had been forced to drink much of that cheap booze they were swallowing, so her resistance had grown feebler, but still she tried to get of it, to avoid being raped by that horse-cock in her ass; yes, the other had raped her before, even there, but Sean’s was a monster.... she would be killed, if he stuck it in....
Her protests were useless. Wayne pinned her for good to the seat, the position she was in allowed Sean a good leverage, his massive muscles did the rest. He pointed it, began to push. It was hard as a rock, and almost as painful in her sphincter, nearly virgin until two days before and now hopelessly trashed.
The man pushed maybe one inch in her asshole, then, sweating profusely, grunted at his brothers "Man, that’s tight... and it’s dry, which is worse!" "So what?" Wayne yelled "Lube it! What’d you got there?" "Uh, maybe some... some gearbox grease" "Okay, squeeze it in her ass, no? So it will get wet enough."
The conversation was lewd, but she could follow only a few words of it. Claudia, forced in that position, had the edge of the seat pushing hard in her belly, just where she had all the greasy stuff she’d just eaten; it was a soft, padded wedge in her tummy, and she was feeling real sick, so she was staying as quiet as possible while the black boy pushed harder and harder, getting crazier with lust, with the desire to force his cock down the only hole of the blonde beauty he still hadn’t enjoyed.
Now Sean began to push real hard. Her sphincter tried a reaction, to counter his savage attack, but it was useless: pinned on the upturned seat, her buttocks wide open and obscenely lubed by the thick grease, she felt an unbearable pain when the cockhead, that she knew all too well, that disgusting pink knob over the monstrous black shaft, finally spread her hole enough to wedge inside her. Another rude thrust: now the whole crown of the nigger’s shaft was passing through her flesh ring.
She was breathing hard, meowling softly in agony and helpless terror, with the added pain of her aching belly: she didn’t mind, now, of the camera pointed straight in her face (while a second was pointed on her ass cheeks and a third took a general view of the situation), she just tried to figure out what to do now. Her frantic thoughts were brutally interrupted by a series of particularly hard thrusts that the black giant gave in anger, tired of having had to use so much force to rape her ass: a good dozen of those terrible strokes shattered her lithe frame, and made the cock advance until it was finally buried to the roots in her rectum, his curly, thick black pubic hair scraping her soft pink buttocks. The poor Claudia, impaled on that black, rock-hard shaft, felt like she couldn’t breathe now; pain was substituted by sickness, her belly, compressed by Wayne’s hands keeping her down with all his weight, was aching wildly.
Her face got pale; Wayne, still admiring the ruthless way his brother was anally raping the blonde slut, realised that she was getting seriously sick. At last! But she didn’t understand he was pleased with her sickness; when Wayne took her face in his large right hand and turned it up, to get a good look at it, she hoped he would stop Sean, just enough to catch her breath.
But no, this wasn’t Wayne’s idea. He got immediately excited at her suffering face: he was the real sadist in the family, and, in the past, he had found great pleasure in torturing his young victims. This time, Marvin had ordered him not to leave any visible mark on her beautiful body, so he had had to think about something different; the idea that she was about to vomit made him hornier. Grinning, he took a large mane of her golden hair at the back of her head in his left hand to block her pretty face in that upturned position, then, with his right hand, he began to stroke his hardening black cock before her wide-open blue eyes.
Now the Black monster behind her began to fuck her ass really hard. The pounding was unbearably hard; she felt her bowels revolting, as a reflex of the incredible pain mounting from the raped asshole. The forced dilatation of her ass tunnel was extremely painful, and the mustard lubrication added further irritation to the inner skin; the pressing on that seat’s edge was bringing further pain to Claudia.
Roy was eager to film her face, whitening in sickness while her gagging began to rise; Wayne knew it was the right moment, and, saying "Boy, how I love to fuck this nice little face.... suck it, whore ! Deep-throat it!" shoved his cock between her lips, while the girl was gasping for air. He stabbed at her mouth a few times; he had done it before to other girls, he really liked the thick humours oozing from the mouth of a sickening girl. And he finally sent his cock all the way in, blocking her face there to have the tip of his shaft bounce on the back of her throat. It was enough to overcome her desperate resistance, for Claudia Hamilton was way too sick now; the girl began to burp and finally vomited, ejecting her dinner out of her tortured belly, around that cock still halfway in her mouth.
Wayne was really a sicko. Laughing hysterically, he began to pound his cock rhythmically in her mouth, kicking back some of her own vomit in her mouth; it was one of the most exciting things he had ever done, and finally he was unable to resist. When Claudia Hamilton had finished to empty her aching stomach, and her mouth was getting empty, he shot a good glob of cum over her face. Only the he let go her hair: her head fell down, Claudia Hamilton, exhausted, not being able to support it.
Finally satisfied, Wayne cleaned his cock from her vomit with the water nozzle, then came back to have another look at the way the monster cock of Sean was still splitting apart the unfortunate blonde’s ass cheeks. The young brother continued his obscene work for a good thirty minutes ; after the first really tough work, that was needed to shove his whole cylinder in her tight asshole, now it was going all very well, his massive black shaft having broken all her defences. It was an unbelievable sight, as the black trunk looked completely out of place between those lean, white buns, it was all out of proportion.
But still, out of sheer violence, Sean was able to pound her back tunnel with steady, rhythmic thrust that met no resistance from the girl, now definitely enslaved to their desires. He finally came, thrusting a final few times his cock to the hilt, making her groan in helpless pain, and flooding her bowels with a hot cum enema. Only then, Wayne came back, took the nozzle and gave her a thorough wash to clean a little her face of the dribbling vomit.
Claudia Hamilton finally fainted, was draped on ‘her’ engine block, tied again on all fours and then left to bake in the sun for a couple of hours. She awoke with a huge headache at 5 in the afternoon ; the sun was still high and warm, and she decided to keep her eyes closed, just hoping they would let her alone..... Christ, wouldn’t this horrible ordeal ever stop ?, she asked herself in despair. No, it wouldn’t stop, she thought, they still had plans for her.
Baking in the sun
Sometimes, when she heard someone approaching, she was hoping that someone would stop it, but usually they only wanted to pork her a little. All of them, while working on the dirty cars they were dismantling, made a short break to fondle her, and as a result, her upturned buns got a progressively darker colour, her snatch, at the end, being all smeared by oily dirt. And it was only 4 in the afternoon; when the dogs were tired enough and weren’t looking at her cum-covered body anymore, Mike came in front of her with a wily smile and looked at the beautiful blonde. He began to mock her "My, how are we dirty now, aren’t we?" And he walked behind her, looking with interest at her ass crack; as she expected, he dutifully passed his dirty hand between her thighs, that she was forced to keep open by the metal bar to which her ankles were cuffed, and two of his thick fingers found the opening of her vagina, and he explored it ruthlessly, in depth, for a while. He was a real jerk, and her body arched a couple of times for the pain; then he mumbled something and went away. Claudia Hamilton felt relieved, though she knew that somebody would happen soon, and nothing good.
Mike was back after a few minutes with a couple of spanners, and walked after her, in the yard. The girl, who was expecting him to rape her again, felt better seeing him just going to a huge tanker truck upturned behind a wrecked Buick and beginning to unbolt a wheel.
Wearily, the former blonde bombshell lowered her head again, trying to relax a little bit. The Black man was just working on the wreck, unbolting parts from under the huge chassis of the big Dodge, whistling, not even looking at her. She wasn’t aware of the cameras switched on her from three angles, running their tapes in anticipation; one was pointed at her face from the right side front, another at her ass from the upper half of her thighs to her back, a third portrayed her full figure in a full side view. Roy was handling the rear one, in fact, though she wasn’t aware of any other presence apart Mike’s, still spanning and cursing on some part of the truck.
The girl felt near happy thinking that the dogs weren’t there; the horrible animal rape was maybe finished, she was hoping. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax, maybe it was possible to have some sleep, even if the sun was quite hot now.
Hearing some heavy steps behind her, she instantly tensed up; but the man, the bulky Black dog-handler called Wayne walked past her and grinned at her alarmed eyes, that showed her fear of another rape. He went to the truck with Mike instead, and began helping him. They talked and laughed together; she wasn’t at ease, she feared something new from the two Blacks. From her humiliating position, she could see very well the ample back of the two delinquents, massive, muscle-bound heaps of bulging black skin that was now glistening in sweat. Both wore only a pair of oily, knee-cut Levis and sneakers, their chests were bare and trickling sweat.
They were always stinking of sweat, she thought in despair, and often of sperm, and booze.... she felt sorry for herself thinking of how they would be after such a dirty, heating work. Because she was sure she would have to take all of them again, that night; she definitely was her gang whore now, and thinking of what was coming next, of another night of rape, she felt sorry to have tried to escape. Maybe they’d really left her going by now, if she hadn’t been so nasty....
The two men had gone to work on the other side of the truck. After some heavy banging with a jackhammer, other parts were torn off the wheelarches of the wrecked tanker; black metal things covered in the oil-encrusted mud of the old Diesel tanker were thrown all over the yard, on the dirt.
Finally, the two men looked satisfied enough. They examined carefully the parts, took them and walked back to the garage, Claudia just hoping they wouldn’t have to fuck her again. She bent her head again, and shivered when she heard the heavy paces coming forward and then stopping. The four dirty sneakers were just in front of her.