Harry and Kiki try to convince Marigold.

Marigold was still shaking. How had Kiona not spoken up to Harry yet? She was just looking Marigold dead in the eyes, holding her hands, as if she was waiting for something. Marigold didn't know what she was supposed to do. She bit her lip, hard, until it turned nearly white. What exactly did Harry have in mind? And why was Kiki looking at her that way? She felt like she was lost.

"Marigold," Harry whispered in her ear. She could feel his coarse hands on her body and she felt as though she could feel his intentions under his skin. Who really was this man? This afternoon had just been so confusing.

"Y-yes," Marigold muttered. Her breath was getting more ragged as Harry's fingers played with her clitoris.

"You want me, don't you, Marigold?" Harry's heavy breath was hot against the side of her face. She could... feel him. His thing, prodding against her bum. It was so close to her, so close to her... special place. And it was twitching.

"I- I- I-" Marigold said. Her lip was quivering. If Kiona's hands hadn't been on top of them, then Marigold's hands would have been trembling. Why was he so close to her? They had decided he wouldn't get close, that he wouldn't touch her, before. Before she had had that buzzing thing inside her, before it had made her... feel those things. Before he had put that blue plug inside her... inside her ass. Marigold was shaking. What had she done? What had she let this man do to her?

Kiona grabbed Marigold's chin, and **** the blonde to look her in the eye. To Marigold's terror, her best friend had the same look in her eye that Harry had. "You want him, don't you, Mari?" she said, the ends of her lips turning upward into a smile that made a chill run down Marigold's naked lily-white back.

You want him, don't you, Mari? Marigold had heard those words come out of Kiki's mouth. Her Kiki. Those words were echoing in her head like a shout in a cave.

Marigold looked over her shoulder. Harry was red in the face. His pants were off, discarded somewhere. His thing was lying on top of her round bottom. And m, by God, the look on his face... she had never seen anything like it before, not even from those teenage boys who said all those shameful things to her as she walked past them on her way to church.

Marigold's whole body was shaking. She couldn't believe the words coming up from her belly. "I- I- I- guess s-so."