"Turn around," I said.Nikki turned so that I could see her backside. She was not revealing enough. I told Nikki to pull her skirt up further, stoppi...g her when I was able to glimpse the bottom of her ass. I took Nikki out, dressed like a whore, stripped of her virtue.I parked the car. It was midnight, but the local supercenter was still quite active. Nikki looked at me with curiosity. I informed Nikki that we were going to the pet department inside of the supercenter. I directed her to. I went to the fridge, found a can of lager, fetched a glass and poured it out for her. All the while I could feel Rhonda’s eyes watching my every move. After I’d done this she had me stand beside her and turned sideways on to the table so as to give me the once over whilst she ate. She even reached out and stroked the fuzz of my Brazilian; I like to leave a little on my pussy lips otherwise it makes me itch too much. The touch of her fingers sent electric currents coursing through me making me. So I just tried my best.I could not fix Lauren's life, or Courtney's life, or Lisa's life. I tried to do something. Courtney Collins was a host on a gab-fest called "The View," now. I couldn't restore her family and friends, and I didn't think I had the right to take away her memories of what had happened to her. I thought, then, if I had seen things unfold correctly, that this would be a stepping stone for her that would have her end up pretty close to where she started.Lisa Antoine was in. Jack Anders stood in front of the growing membership of the Circle. Behind him stood an easel with a large artist’s rendition of a modern two-story townhouse with the same exterior design as the homes on the Circle. The picture looked like a drone photograph taken looking across the existing circle of homes towards the airport. Jack had sited the eight-unit residential building just after the turn from Circle Drive onto the Airport Road and further on, the airport and the somewhat secret rear.