My name is Dylan. I’m 6ft on the dot and weigh 78kg. Blue eyes, medium length, dirty blond hair. My sister, Jane, is 5ft 3 inches, weighs 50kg, has ...lue eyes but dies her hair black and has had it black for so long I can hardly remember what her natural hair colour was. Up till we were both eighteen we had a perfectly normal brother sister relationship, we would fight with each other, annoy the hell out of each other but for the most part we were friendly with each other. The change to the. I ran for the basket. Nobody expected that. I hadn't crossed the three-point line all night. I'm a short guard, right?I jumped. The ball hit my hands at the same time Lionel's hands grabbed my waist and gave me a boost. I slammed the ball home. The buzzer sounded as whistles started blowing. Even if they didn't count my slam-dunk and gave Warsaw a technical foul shot, we won the game. Turned out that there's no rule against boosting a teammate. We won by seven.We were laughing and glad-handing. Having a setbedtime and getting up for school every day would become a way of life.No driver's license! No trips to the store by herself to purchasewhatever she wanted! No trips to the fridge to eat whatever she feltlike snacking on!She was now a child, plain and simple. Under the law she was considereda minor. She felt trapped. It would be 10 more years until she wasgranted freedom again. It was almost like being put in prison. Yet deepdown inside her was an adult and she knew she had to find. She’s great. I’m willing to sell her off for five million.”“Why so much?” he asked.“Well she has a kid, there’d be extra work involved on our end to, uh, deal with him,” Fat Rob winked, closing the door and continued making the sell.Kelly waited and watched. A few men were passed out; another few were getting close. The music was blaring, lap dances were decreasing. It was almost time for Kelly to act.She left the bar, heading to the back door of the venue. Torrie followed. “Get ready. .