Book description
She was hurrying past the field on her way home when the man stepped
out from behind a tree and stood spraddle-legged in her path. Ginny
Lee was uncommonly pretty, a small girl with unusually long legs for
someone her size, good legs with finely molded ankles; and her breasts
above the rounded hips and very thin waist were large and full, not in
a way that gave her a top-heavy look, but a proud, feminine look.
Ginny Lee was happy about her looks except for one thing: she needed
glasses. She stood there blinking and squinting, trying to recognize
the man who stood there so menacingly. “Who are you?” she asked,
suddenly frightened. He laughed, took her roughly, and threw her down.
