“Now, you better get cleaned up. I saw half a dozen girls out there waiting for you.”“Oh, good,” I laughed. “They haven’t added anyone els... yet.” That got everyone else laughing.Twenty minutes later, I left the locker room. Apparently, Terry was wrong. None of my girls were outside waiting on me. No one was. I looked around, confused, then shrugged a little and walked over to my truck. It wasn’t there.Instead, the LAV was parked in its place, with the American flag still attached. The back door. ”Taylor chuckled. “Sorry, but that’s where my skepticism draws a line in the sand. I’m not able to suspend my disbelief that long. I prefer seeing the young women get eaten while the surviving men wrestle in the nude.”“Yet, I’m guessing you don’t own a single ‘gay story’.”“You’re right, just as I don’t keep any pornography where my family might discover it.”“I’ll tell you what, any time you want, come here and enjoy some of mine.”Taylor laughed, turning around and leaning against the bookcase.. She was nothing but an object; to be ordered around, to be used. People got from her what they wanted; they took it and never even asked if they could have it. Rachel pushed herself away from the sleeping goth girl. Yes, even Mercy, who seemed so nice and helpful, had used her. The fact that it has not been brutal or painful was beside the point. Last night had not all been a dream, she was sure. Then the more disturbing thought sprang to her mind. Rachel slowly raised her hand to her neck. In. Well like Liverpool producing a hit group, or a black man being President. Maybe one day, but not in this decade.“I got it!”“Hmmm, what’s that honey?” she kissed him, hard and long. She could feel his groin reacting.“I got it! The shoot! I got it! They want me to model more; nightwear I think. Isn’t that great!”“Oh, honey that is wonderful!” Where will they shoot the pictures?”“In Chicago, where their factory is. They’ll take me and another girl round the Lakes too for outside shots; maybe swim.