Ray of course used the line that it was just dinner, she pretended to put up a fight, but in the end agreed to go.It didn’t take long for her to get...used to Ray’s lifestyle and soon she was moving out of her crappy weekly apartment and into Ray’s 6 bedrooms home. Ray was indeed a mechanic, but that wasn’t where he made his money. Ray was an expert of putting hidden compartment in cars. The type that if you got pulled over and the cops searched your car they wouldn’t find what you didn’t want. 30pm. The curtains were drawn because it was so dark and nasty outside, when there was a knock at the door. That's unusual as there is a door buzzer on the ground floor and camera to see if I want to let someone in - must be someone selling something, I decided. But I went to the door anyway. On opening, I found a 60-something year old guy, smartly dressed in black trousers, shirt and tie, soaked to the skin. "Sorry to bother you but..." Turned out he was from the JW's. Usually I wouldn't give. “Turnabout’s fair play ... No, I’m not. I have a cousin who’s gay, though. His name is Brian and he’s maybe five years older than I am. He came out in high school, and his father ... my mom’s brother ... kicked him out of the house and disowned him.”“That’s terrible,” Alex replied.“My uncle always was a jerk-brain.”“What happened to Brian?”“My folks took him in. I must’ve been ten or eleven. My mom attempted to explain to me why he was moving in. She told me he didn’t like girls. At the time, I. Today will probably be your first and only chance at that."Some young blonde girl raised her hand and said angrily, "So, it's sex slavery, right?" Right," I agreed, smiling nastily, "just exactly." I TOLD you I was in a bad mood... The blonde opened her mouth again, but the swarthy little brunette next to her said, "Shut up, Belinda. Just because you think you've got forever..." There were several rumbles in reply to this so I figured I'd better get a grip on things."Enough!" I yelled. "Look, I.