I'm Audra."Those words, though still somewhat emotional, had a certain strength to them, as if the little girl had magically transformed herself into ... composed adult woman. Anyone looking at her appearance would think that she was a preteen ragamuffin, at best a late blooming teen. Most of this was due to her small size and thin, waif-like appearance. The accumulated grime was such that the freshly shed tears had tracked across her face like a bizarre mass of tangled spider webs. I was sure. Jane went of with the girls saying I will see you at two am maybe, I asked what did she mean. Carol said I have her apartment keys so we can carry what we started on the bus. We did some fumbling in the Taxi well a bit more really as I nearly got her tits out in the back of the taxi and was sucking her left nipple when the driver said to us to hang on till you get her in bed. We got in the apartment and we where like two sex starved crazy mind less perverts , we stripped each others cloths of. I breathed a sigh of relief and sat there again with my thoughts. TheBishop of my church ward just fingered my mom underneath our kitchentable. More astonishingly, he'd done it while talking to my Dad. Theemotions came rushing back and questions bombarded me. Should I tell mydad? Will my mother talk to me about this? Isn't Bishop price supposedto be a good man?"Jayce, are you alright in there?" I could hear my mom as sheinterrupted my riddled mind. "Oh, Mom. Yeah. I'm alright. Just feelingill. A woman who stood in the elevator of the poshest hotel of Quebec. Invited by the most breath-taking woman she had ever met.How could she believe the woman had been sincere, back at the restaurant? How could she find the courage to meet her again? Why would she once more open herself up to be hurt, ridiculed, humiliated?Why on earth had she done what the little, perfumed piece of paper told her to? The paper she'd found with her tip? Why had she walked three long streets wearing nothing but a.