The agent was intrigued too - by the 'family'. The boy called the distinguished foreign client 'Dad', while the extremely good looking young woman cal...ed him 'George'. A 'younger model', perhaps, but neither of them wore rings. Perhaps Norwegians didn't. Only, the young woman's English sounded different from the males'. The agent wasn't good at accents, but the young woman sometimes sounded like someone out of 'Neighbours'. Anyway, whoever they were, she sensed quickly that there was no need to. Kurt smacked the leather against her white skin, turning it a shade of bright pink in some areas. He laughed at her as she called out her numbers, getting a hard-on over her humiliation. She had a few more orgasms before her mind began to spiral out of control. She wailed with her seventh orgasm in a row, tossing her head back. Her brow was heavy with beads of sweat, and she realized shed lost count with disdain. Which number was that, whore? Kurt asked, waiting for just a moment of silence. Oh, and she was thirteen at the time, which would make her... fifteen?"How's your work going? Still playing around with bacteria and spinach?" Guilty as charged. And you? You're applying to college in the fall, right?" I'm EDing Harvard, mostly because my mom's a Radcliffe girl. She threw a fit when I didn't go to Sacred Heart for prep school, and I think she'll have a stroke if I bailed on Harvard too." Are you still CompSci?" No, that's why I agreed to Harvard. If I really wanted good. Apart from lacking courage, his inner neurosis might have developed a displaced vomit over her front body. He knew immediately He was out of her league and have nowhere to take her in the poor side of town for entertainment unless she wanted to go tagging buildings with half empty spray cans or rollerblading in parking lots. Rhodes was inexperienced, broke, and lived in his head. For now he’d have to be satisfied with his darkened slut of a girlfriend, Gotham. And only gaze at little Annie.