It was after the dinner hour when Samantha finally arrived home. Upon entering, she was greeted by her sullen baby brother and enraged parents. In her shame, she'd forgot all about him. She listened as the screamed about why she never, at the very least, took the time to call them and let her know she'd be late. They'd already eaten supper. Her food was stone cold. Samantha didn't feel like eating it, though. Once her parents were finally done shouting at her, she withdrew to her room. She didn't speak to anyone, not her parents, and not her brother. She didn't admit her brother when he came to talk to her, nor did she respond to her parents when they apologized for thier harshness. She lay in a fetal position, protecting her breasts, stomach, and pussy from unseen assailents.