(Michael) ...a blonde girl who can't be more than 17
From Create Your Own Story
You look over at your rescuer. She barely looks old enough to drive.
"Hi," she says in a Kewpie-doll voice. "I'm Tabby, who are you?"
"Michael," you say through your chattering teeth.
"I'm a gymnast," Tabby chirps. "I'm a high school junior and the star of my team. I've been doing gymnastics since..."
You tune out Tabby's chatter. She looks like a gymnast, very slender with strong legs, very little in the way of chest, and lean arms. In a very short time, Tabby is leading you into her house.
"I live here with my mom," she squeaks. "My dad moved out years ago."
Tabby's mom, who introduces herself as Eliane ["My father was in the French Foreign Legion, and liked the French sound of the name," she explains, "even though everyone thinks it's a misspelling of Elaine,"] is an older version of her daughter. Blonde-haired, slim, powerful legs, not much chest. She was also a gymnast when she was in high school. The two women strip you and soak you in a steaming-hot bath. Tabby keeps you company and Eliane makes you a hot drink to heat your insides up. When you're done and you dry off, Eliane frowns.
"We're not really equipped for visitors," she says. "There are only two beds. You'll have to share with either me or my daughter. If you do share with Tabby, I know how young people's hormones are. Don't do anything without her consent, and the condoms are in the top drawer of the dresser." She giggles slightly and smiles at her daughter.
