Even as she squinted in his direction, her hand over her eyes shielding the sun’s glare, a young mother pushing her stroller, temporarily obscured her view. She felt him pulling her panties down slowly but far from resisting, began wriggling her bottom provocatively in the knowledge of how this must appear at close-range to her abuser-come-lately. Quite incredibly she was wanting him to suckle her breasts inexplicably and in fact began to knead them herself even as he continued to slide deep inside her.