"You're nothing special, just another whore, no different from hundreds we've seen come through our motel. If you want to stay here, you'll need to pa... your fair share. You'll need to learn how to do things our way." Mel immediately knew that these two people were responsible for countless misery inflicted on girls over the years, many of them young runaways who ended up here, only to be forced with drugs, beatings and rape into selling their bodies. But nobody was forcing Mel to do anything,. He had a thin black moustache and he smelled of strong tobacco, probably cigars or a pipe. I didn't like the smell and taste of the tobacco but it was not objectionable. He leaned back a little and asked if I liked that. I had no answer, I suppose my brain was still trying to take it all in but I didn't dislike it and kind of shrugged my shoulders. My abuser, as he would now be known, took that as an invitation to kiss me again, this time firmer, longer and with his body pressed against the. "I got off work early so I called the TV shop and had them come out to finish repairing the big screen," she said. "Oh, so did they send that young guy you were so hot for last time?" I asked. She kind of giggled and looked away. "So that's the real reason for the micro-dress and heels, flirting…... or more?" I asked. "I just can't resist turning them on," she said, "besides it gets me so hot to see the bulge in their pants." "We've discussed this before," I. I wondered which state was more advantageous from a taxation viewpoint, Washington or Oregon. Hmm. Washington has no income tax, while Oregon has no sales tax. Sounded like a deal to me! That being said, I needed to find a place to buy. I located property that, according to Google maps, was outside of any state or national park yet was heavily forested and on the bank of the Wind River, about five miles north of Carson on the Wind River Highway in the Colombia river gorge. I supposed that it.