Chapter 3

As the girls awakened the next morning, they each realized immediately that something very strange had happened. All three were naked, and sleeping naked was not something any of them had ever done before. Looking around their rooms, they saw their clothing from the night before scattered on the floor and that the sheets on the bed were stained, and in two cases, bloodied as well. When they tried to walk, they were sore, very sore. Stacey hurt so much that she could hardly move. One by one they made it to the bathroom, first to the toilet and then the shower, sadly washing away all the evidence they would need to tie three local boys to aggravated rape charges. Since none of them could remember anything happening to themselves personally, they didn't understand their soreness.

Ironically, none of the girls had ever seen cum stains on bedding, and did not recognize them for what they were. Embarrassed that they may have had a "feminine accident" during the night, all three decided to wash their sheets as well. Once the noise of the washer was heard, the other two girls quickly brought their messy sheets to put into the load. It was only as they sat at the breakfast table, drinking juice and nurturing headaches that anyone had the spirit to talk about the night before.

Ashley looked around, "Who cleaned this place up? Last I remember there were beer cans and wine glasses and all sorts of stuff all over here."

"I dunno, I sure didn't," Stacey replied.

Peggy added, "I think I had much too much wine to drink last night. I really have a headache, and I feel like I got hit by a car. I can hardly walk."

Continually naive Stacey said (honestly in innocence), "Well after your demonstration on the couch last night, I'm surprised you can walk either."

"What do you mean? The last thing I remember doing was dancing With Tom. You were the one plastered up against the wall with that Bill guy, and two minutes later, I saw you naked on your bed and he was all over your body. So what are you talking about?"

And so it began, the explanations and denials and confirmations of what had transpired during the night. None of the girls could honestly remember anything that had happened to them, but they could vividly describe the activities of each of the others. The one question that kept coming up from each girl was, "Why didn't you stop me?" and the answer was always, "Because you seemed to be so happy doing it."

The after effects of those four capsules were that for the next several days, none of the girls realized that they had actually been raped; they were perfectly content to believe that what they had done and what had been done to them was what they had wanted at the time. They remained at the cabin for the rest of the week, water skiing and sunbathing, but not hosting any more parties.

It was over the fourth of July that the girls were all at Ashley's house for a barbecue. With all three families together, they did not have much time to talk privately, but as they carried plates from inside to the tables outside, Stacey spoke to them in a very quiet tone.

"I'm three days late for my period, and I 'm never late."

Ashley stopped in her tracks. "So am I. It just occurred to me that it was supposed to start last week."

Stacey continued, "Not only am I three days late, I threw up this morning as soon as I got out of bed."

"Girls," Peggy said quietly," I think we need to tell our parents what happened up at the cabin. I don't understand it yet, but we better explain it to them and maybe they can figure it out. This doesn't sound good at all."

They decided to have a group discussion with all three sets of parents as soon as possible, but not today. By the weekend following, Peggy was able to join the other two in declaring her period missing.