Melanie raised her hand and put her finger in her mom’s face like her mom had to her only a few minutes before, but unlike her mom, Melanie’s hand...was crackling with golden electricity. “If you ever talk to my Kayla like that again, mom, you’ll never touch me, or her, again. Are we clear?” Janice starred up at her in outrage, but wisely didn’t rise as she snapped, “Melanie she’s your little sister! She’s only 12 years old and you’re treating her like your personal fuck toy!” Melanie’s eyes. I knocked on his door and walked into his room. He wasn't alone. There were 4 other guys there with him. Once they seen me they smiled and handed John wads of cash. I must've looked confused because John explained to me what was going on. He ordered me to wear the dress earlier so some men at the restaurant could get a look at what John was selling. I was advertising myself to strange men without knowing it. Well, they were strangers to me, but I wasn't a stranger to them. Each man had been. "It appears that I'd been privileged in my devotions." he whisperedreverently, and when I realized it was directed at me, I blushedfiercely. "But you don't get gifts for nothing. There's always a priceto be paid when you accept them ... or reject them."As an old man set in my ways, or a much younger woman of stubborn selfreliance, I was usually slow in comprehension. But I did my mentor proudin catching his drift at once. It was what I'd discovered at the DeansParty, the attitude of the girls. .."The girl's voice faded away as I slipped off into an uneasy sleep... My night was broken by a series of nightmares, sometimes of the rape itself and sometimes of Jimmy's death. Several times I awoke, sweating and calling out to discover the twins comforting me. After the fifth time this happened, I clambered out of bed and told the girls that I was giving up on the idea of sleeping. Instead I told then to climb into my bed and to take my place. "I'm going downstairs to... think," I told.