I walk to the door. Daddy is behind me. As I start to step outside, daddy slaps my ass hard. --------------------------------------------------------D...DDY: Fucking good whore. I'll call you next week when she is not around again.LOLA: Yes, daddy--------------------------------------------------------I start to walk down a dimly lit street. This is a very suburban neighborhood in Long Island, NY. All you hear is the wind gently blowing and the sound of my 5" stilettos hitting the road. There are. "Five months to go until the big one-six." Excellent," Will smiled. "I loved my first car. It was a piece of crap, but it was freedom." What kind was it?" Erica asked."A shitty little 1976 Dodge Dart. It was that bright signal orange color they liked back in those days. Ugly as hell, but at least you didn't have to search for your car in a parking lot, I tell you that." I don't care what kind of car I get, as long as it has four wheels and a roof," Erica said wistfully. "It'll be so nice not to. "Are you going to do me first?" asked Phil ambiguously."Sorry?" responded Ruby partly in disbelief."Do my little area, what did you think I meant?" he laughed although they both knew that his first question had been deliberately ambiguous."No, I think I will leave you to last, something to look forward to," she smiled although she was now thinking that she really was looking forward to it.As Phil had suspected those white trousers were actually even tighter than the jeans that she had worn the. ‘No!’ he responded. ‘We can’t take a chance. We have to off him’. His father plainly concurred. ‘Right you are then son. I’ll get Denny and Bern to take care of him.’ Stephen knew better that to ask questions, or dispute his father’s word. This led inexorably to a punch in the face, and sometimes worse. This time he had to take a chance. ‘Dad, let me take care of him, I know I can do it, and I have to start some time.’ Rotkoff senior pondered the matter for half an hour, keeping his son on.