“Whatever it is you gave Peter.” Tootles grins at my left. My eyes snap to his and widen.

“I didn’t, we didn’t…”

“What else did he say?” Cubby demands from Slightly.

“Wet, he said she was so wet. He wanted to make her wetter.”

“Doesn’t look wet to me,” Cubby frowns, studying me as his eyes gaze up and down my body. Instinctively I close my thighs tighter. A mistake if there ever was one because out of the corner of my eye, I see Slightly’s stare flash to my center and a wicked smile tug across his face.

“There,” he points. “That is where Peter was touching himself.”

His eyes lift to mine and what he sees flash through them gives him whatever answer he needs. I go to bolt off the bed and hear him shout, “Grab her boys!”

Instantly I’m pinned down by the twins as Slightly and Cubby lift my nightgown. I kick at them, making contact with Cubby’s stomach, but Slightly grabs one ankle, and when Cubby recovers, he grabs the other.

“Peter!” I yell. “Peter help!”

“Tootles,” Slightly demands, and my eyes flash to him before falling on Tootles in the corner. Nibs stands a little further back in the darkness. His face is angry for whatever his friends are doing, but he doesn’t stop them. “Raise her night dress. See if she’s wet. If she is, taste her and tell us if she tastes like pineapple.”

My heart races. My breathing matches it, I suck in another breath and scream as Tootles comes closer.

“Peter!”

“Hurry,” Slightly yells. “She’s hard to hold.”

I thrash against the lost boys harder than before, but their grip tightens.

“Is it bad that I like the way she’s fighting us?” one of the twins inquires.

“Me too, makes me feel different.”

I look to my right and see him palm the center of his pants.

“Me too,” the others say in unison.

Oh my God!

“Peter!” I yell again. “Peter! Help!”

“Hurry up, because I want a turn,” Slightly urges Tootles on. “I want to … to do other things to her, too.”

“Me too,” the boys’ voices darken as they tighten their grip and Tootles closes in on me. He lifts the hem of my nightgown. I try to push him away, but all I end up doing is bucking my hips off the bed. The lost boys groan at the same time, obviously loving the sight.

“I don’t see anything wet,” Tootles says.

“Maybe you can make her wet,” Cubby decides, and I cry out louder than before.

“How?”

“Touch her,” Slightly whispers. “See if anything changes.”