When I had walked away from the suitably suffering would-be biker trio of rapists I had thought that maybe now we could return to a future of doing anything we wanted to do - and that was true enough.
But there was a lurking shadow deep within me.
I suppose it's not really a surprise to say that the three guys and their despicable act had somehow soured the whole place. The little house and its gently rolling garden, Lynne and Belle next door on one side, the constant sunlight, the blue skies, the view of the distant shore... they were all things that I had craved back in England whether I knew it or not, but now they were somehow sullied.
There was Debbie, though, and my love for her strengthened to a degree I had never imagined possible. The shadow brought a new clarity to my vision - of my surroundings, of my Terror - and I gave up fighting it within a couple of days of my revenge mission. The knock-out blow was, oddly, delivered by a red-faced gendarme whose grasp of English was dealt a serious knock when he was invited into our little house to interview me 'informally' by the naked Debbie.
She evidently introduced the also-naked me in French and other than my name I only understood the French for word 'nudist' - mainly because that's 'nudiste'. The poor young man didn't know where to look.
"Madame... mademoiselle... er..."
"Just call me Dallas," I extended my hand to shake his.
He accepted my mitt much as I would expect a guy to grasp a hissing snake and his brief shake was hardly a touch at all, "Er, oui... yes... Dallas... We asking are everyone if... if you see anything abnormal... unusual on Sunday last."
Debbie sat beside me and answered for me, still mercifully in English, "That's not likely officer. We were here all day Sunday."
The young man glanced at Debbie and then turned back to me, "This true is?"
"Oh yes," I nodded, following lines Debbie and I had rehearsed, "We spent all day here resting and... well, you know?"
Debbie interrupted on cue and I recognised the term 'faire l'amour' and maybe 'baisage' - but whatever was actually said, the guy's cheeks flamed.
He quickly interrupted what was evidently a colourful flow of words about our love-making, "That's sufficient! So madamoiselle... Dallas... that is all I now need and I go will. If anything you memory... remember... then you calling me, yes?"
I took a proffered business card and nodded, "I certainly will, officer. Now can we get you a coffee perhaps before you go?" I stood.
"No! I mean, no thank you. I busy very am."
Beside me, Debbie rose and offered the now-shaking young man a hand, "I'll show you out then, shall I?"
She led the quivering gendarme out of the house, gently closed the front door behind our temporary guest and ran back, grinning from ear to ear, "See? I told you nothing would come of it."
We embraced in the living room, "I have a feeling the distractions helped."
"He definitely liked your distractions," Debbie nodded, her hands rising to cup them, "And I can't say I blame him."
"Just so long," I sighed, "As it's only you who gets to fondle my distractions from now on."
"And kiss them?" She dipped her head.
"Oh yes, that too. Oh yes... very yes..."
I had always known that my breasts, my nipples especially of course, were sensitive in just the right way, but something about my Terror's mouth as she began to suck and lick and nip took the experience to new, dizzying, heights. We were still learning what the other loved and enjoyed, but this was one thing she'd got right very quickly - and I wasn't complaining. Moaning, yes, but that was no complaint.
"I don't know how you do that," I managed, "But promise me you won't stop."
By way of response, Debbie sucked hard on my right breast, drawing the rigid nipple fully into her mouth, her hands now venturing lower, cupping the naked cheeks of my butt. Her big blue eyes stared up at me as she began to work me into a state of glorious helplessness and when she flicked those eyes towards the back of the house I could only nod.
She released my breast and slid-slipped upright, kissing my lips before grabbing my hand and dragging me, uncomplaining, through the back door and onto our lawn. There she lowered me to the soft grass and dropped between my already spread knees, her mouth now seeking the very wet, hot centre of me. I spread my legs wider, my invitation as open as my now-aching pussy, and I felt her tongue start to glide and explore, even as her fingers exposed and caressed my hard clitoris.
I ground my shoulder-blades into the velvety grass, thrusting my hips upward to increase the joyous pressure on my womanhood, and barely flinched when a chuckle sounded from off to our right.
"You go girl," Belle's voice drifted down to us.
Between my thighs I heard a snort of laughter, but Debbie never slowed her attentions for a second - and I certainly felt no inclination to stop her, audience or not.
"Oh, she's going all right," I managed, "My Terror knows just what I like... love!"
I don't know if things had really changed - whether some inner exhibitionist had been released - but knowing that our neighbour was watching my Debbie lap at my eager pussy was thrilling at a very deep level. And that Debbie was equally content to continue only served to heighten the thrill.
But Belle hadn't, it seemed, been watching everything because now a soft thump beside me indicated that she must have gone inside quickly to retrieve something. I glanced to my side and my eyes widened. I tapped Debbie of the back of her head.
"I think our lovely neighbour has a suggestion."
Debbie paused and raised her head, my juices glistening on her lips. She looked to where my eyes were fixed and then reached out a hand to pick up the object Belle had thrown over to us, "I think," Debbie grinned, "Our neighbour has a great idea." She looked up at Belle and waved the double-ended dildo at her. "Thanks, Belle. Any warnings?"
The dark lady laughed deeply, "Just you start slow, honey. And that thing's for sharing true and proper!"
Debbie's eyes took on the mischievous glint that I had come to associate with extreme naughtiness, "How about," she asked, looking at me but speaking to our neighbour, "Me and Dallas try it out here first so you can tell us if we're doing anything wrong?"