Her hands–his hands–grabbed his waist, yanking him onto her lap,Girlfriend Was Raped and he straddled her, the torn pantyhose stretching as his knees sank into the bed on either side of her hips. “What?” she asked, her voice rough in his register, caught off guard. “Why stop here?” he muttered, and before he could second-guess it, he hiked the skirt up just enough to grip the waistband of the black pair. “We’re figuring this out.