She was a great reader and could bring the characters of the story to life, just like now. She gestured with her slender hand and began to read:“One...morning Thor, the mighty God of Thunder, awoke from a deep slumber; he reached for his hammer as he was wont to do first thing every morning. Alas, on this day, his fist formed around thin air - the hammer had disappeared.”Her hand was searching the thin air next to her chair and I was no longer lying down. I hadn’t heard this story before and had. There I was sitting at the big game with the best-looking guy around and he was possessively holding me so that all the other guys and girls could see that I was his.I'd never even dated before, not really dated. Kevin knew all the right things to say and after the game we went to Lookout Mountain just south of the city "to see the city all lit up" and within 30 minutes we were fucking like rabbits.Even to this day I can remember Kevin and that first time. I've probably had at least 400. Lately they have been doing that a lot."She's always wanted to work but I wouldn't let 'er. She was too little, but now she's all grown up, don't you think?" He smiled and nodded in agreement. "Go on, don't be shy, go tell 'er hi," momma said giving him a shove. He stumbled a few steps then kept walking towards the bed until he towered over me. He was very tall and looked like his head might touch the ceiling. I'm sure it was only the angle I saw him in, but he still looked like a giant.She sat. It might have been the same woman, but she was useless. We could not train her, so in the end I cut my losses and sold her again."It took all of Ernesto's self control not to kill the man outright, for Rubina would have fought against the type of 'training' a brothel offered, fought perhaps to the death. He questioned the man closely, indicating that a woman of spirit was what he wanted, and the brothel-keeper said that he was sure he had sold her through the slave market at a small oasis not.