“Well…since you asked so nicely and said please…” Donna grinned maliciously, ”...and since you are such good friends, we’ll be happy to let you go, if…”

She could tell by the look on Donna’s face that she wasn’t going to like whatever came next.

”...if you do exactly what we tell you to do.’ Donna finished.

“Whu-what do you mean?” she asked, a tremble in her voice.

“Oh, nothing much. Just a little thing, really.” Donna laughed. “Two little things, actually. Take off that horrid swimsuit and let the guys see what a girl’s boobs look like before she reaches puberty.”

“No, please…I can’t…” she begged, “please, no…”

“Don’t say that I didn’t give you a chance, lezzie,” Donna responded angrily, “now I see that we’re going to have to do this the hard way.”

The two injured guys each grasped one of her arms firmly as Linda approached her with a pair of scissors. She tried to squirm from their grasp and twist free, but this only resulted in her arms being painfully pinned behind her body.