Yes.

Laura gathered herself and rose. She went back to her apartment in a daze. Unfortunately, she didn't have much to choose from to match the clothes she wore that fateful night. It ended up being the blouse and pants she wore the day of the disaster. She chose her bra and panties carefully.

"Are you ready?" Amanda asked.

Laura stood in the doorway to her neighbor's apartment and wondered, not for the first time, if she was doing the right thing. "Yes," she managed to get out.

"Follow."

Laura did.

Once they were in the studio, Laura realized Amanda had changed to a black dress with a slit up the side of her leg. She felt a little chagrinned that she hadn't noticed immediately. "Which scene best fits your story," the redhead mused.

"The cabin," Laura answered, wondering if Amanda was actually asking her or not.

The vibrant young woman looked her over and nodded. "I agree. Now, a little makeup, and we'll be ready."

Laura felt a little silly standing in front of the fake siding of the cabin set. "Like this?" she asked hesitantly.

"Laura remember when you were just in college, following your big sister's footsteps. How you looked at the world and how you felt, small," Amanda coached.

Laura tried to remember. It felt like a lifetime ago. She heard a series of flutters from Amanda's camera. "Hold that pose," the redhead ordered. "I'm going to ask you a series of questions. You don't need to answer, just let your face do the talking for you."

Laura nodded slowly.

"Kittens. Roses. Flowers. The sun on your skin. Submission. Love. Warmth of a hug. Perfect," Amanda rattled off.

Laura felt a little silly until she felt a hand on her shoulder, rousing her from her thoughts. The lighting made it hard for her to see sometimes.

"I'm going to adjust your clothing," Amanda whispered. "And... ask you a few more questions." Laura nodded as she felt her blouse opening. "Did your sister participate in everything that happened?"

"Yes," Laura muttered. She felt shame, outrage, and hurt even years after the experience.

"She knew about the activities for the night?" Laura's bra was undone and Amanda's hands roamed down her stomach.

"She... set things up. She said it would be a sisterly bonding experience," Laura admitted.

"She betrayed your trust."

"Yes."

"How many?"

Laura felt her cheeks redden. Amanda seemed content to slowly, sensually remove her clothes. Laura knew it might come to her being naked. She wished that she'd shaved. It surprised her when she realized Amanda wasn't making her get naked.

"Hold your leg in front of the other and cover your lovely breasts with your blouse partially on. As much as I'd love to suck your diamond-hard nipples, we have two more shots," Amanda teased.

"Twenty," Laura whispered.

"You took all of them?" Amanda asked as she paused in carefully arranging her panties near her mid-thigh.

"Most," Laura admitted. "Patricia seemed... proud of me at the time. I still remember her expression as we lay there, too exhausted and in pain to move."

Amanda stood up and looked her in the eyes. "I don't think I'll need too many questions here," she said. She backed away, fading to a darker shadow against the light. "How did you feel when you first walked into the room?" she asked a few seconds later.

Laura remembered the feeling and the thoughts running through her head. It was hard to forget.

Amanda took three pictures before she was satisfied.

"I'm not going to touch you now. Pull up your blouse," Amanda instructed. "Take off your pants, socks, and shoes." Laura complied with each order, trying to figure out where this last shot was going. "Slide up your panties."

Laura froze when she realized how wet she was. The panties squelched as she pulled them up. She shivered at the contact against her clit.

"Laura," Amanda called.

She looked up and blinked the lights away. Amanda stood just close enough that Laura could see her, camera raised. "How did you feel when you learned you were pregnant?"

Amanda took one picture.