They were holding their plates, while the grandparents were in the diningroom chatting up a storm. Mom made me my egg and bacon sandwich. I gobbled ...t down, then headed for Laura's car. I tried to crank it, but it had that dead battery sound. I went in the garage and my car to get the tools I need. I took her battery out and hooked it up to the charger. Once it had enough life, I could try it in the car again. The car barely started. I called Laura and told her what was wrong with her. ?Now what can we do?? I shrugged. These guys were also scaring me. ?What else do you own Miss Cable? Clothes?? My bikini! ?Oh yes, this is mine,? I said, subconsciously covering me body at their stares. ?How much for that, Mr Stuart?? ?Bad condition. Probably not useable again for clothes, just fabric. Could get three lira in an auction.? ?Well, look at that!? Mann exclaimed mockingly. ?Are you prepared to hand over that bikini to pay off your debt?? he asked. ”“Thank you, sir.” She looked at the two girls in turn. “Vy mozhete poyti so mnoy. No vy dolzhny vyuchit’ angliyskiy yazyk i userdno rabotat’.” (You may come with me. But you must learn English and work hard.)One of the girls – I was fairly sure it was the same one each time, but they were so alike I couldn’t be certain – responded. “My budem khoroshimi devochkami.” (We will be good girls).Sally nodded. “I’m sure you will be.” She didn’t bother to translate that. She stood, gracefully as. I nodded in agreement. “I learned in our Oral Sex Club,” she answered. As we walked through the parking lot, she explained that the k**s at her school had formed a club for giving and receiving oral sex. It came about after so many k**s had signed the virginity pledge cards that were distributed in Sex Ed class, stating that they wouldn’t have intercourse until they got married. “How does it work?” I asked her, fascinated. I had heard rumors of these “Oral Sex” Clubs before, but I had shrugged.