It was in excellent condition, easily more than a hundred years old. I knew a woman down in Lake Elsinore who'd have paid me five hundred for it, with...ut even batting an eye.I saw quite a few whalebone artifacts this one guy had for sale in his home. These were mostly old carvings, done by whalers, back before the turn of the twentieth century. His grandparents had been collector's, but he had no interest in keeping it all together as a folk art collection.When I spoke with him about the. ...I HAVE TO RAPE YOU FOR YOU TO HAVE SEX WITH ME" "daddy please stop" by now once again he's raping me hard and fast as he could.This carried on for 5more weeks untill he stopped the drinking every time my hair was trying to grow back he cut it short I had more marks on me then a bashed in Barbie dollI woke up on my mattress and my dad walked in probaly sober now I kept my eyes shut just incase I felt his finger poking at my legs wear his marks were at my rib cage were there was more marks,he. “So,” she said conspiratorially when she tossed the bill to the side with the rest, “I’m not supposed to tell you this but we have a private area for VIPs.”“Oh?” I asked.“You’re not a cop, are you?” she asked, looking around to make sure she wasn’t overheard by the non-existent customers.“No,” I said.“Good,” Liz replied. “So, if you want a private dance in the VIP lounge, it’ll be more personal.”“How much more personal?” I wondered.Liz pondered the question while she pulled her panties up her. “Hi, sis,” came the response from her younger sister. “Jennifer, it’s good to hear from you,” Suzanne said honestly. “Well, it had been a while since I called, so I thought I should see you you’re doing,” Jennifer said. “What’s new?” Suzanne wanted to pour out the whole story and appeal to her little sister for help. But she couldn’t. Tom had given her that damned command not to tell anyone. Here was a golden chance to escape. Jennifer was a hot-shot lawyer in a nearby city. She advertised.