When she had grown older, when finally at twelve or thirteen her thoughts and interests had turned to make-up and boys and clothes and telephone conve...sations, she had found a younger brother trailing after her like a puppy increasingly irritating.I didn't understand of course. Couldn't figure out why Allie didn't want to spend all her free time with me. Didn't understand why she'd snap at me for no reason.I know now I must have been a horrid pest and that Allie had probably tried to be pretty. Those had been good times, when a diploma was still important in life and guns and security forces had still been a pillar of safety in a dying society.But trading a high wage and security for orgasms like the one she felt coming up seemed to be a fair trade, maybe even a desirable one. Carol had never really felt in full control over her life – certainly she wasn’t now – but since everything had turned from moderate, boring choices to the crass extremes she was used to life sure had gotten. I had apologized for fucking her brains out. When I asked her what she was thinking, she said "Why, Andrew, I'm not thinking anything. I have no brains."And then she laughed. It was that warm infectious little laugh that I had grown to adore. It infected me and I laughed too, defusing my anxiety a little.Suddenly she stopped laughing and came into my arms. Our bodies touched for the first time. Well it seemed like the first time. The last time I was in such a state of unbridled lust that I. He was merely here to check out the club for sometime later when he had acquired a new stable of slaves. He’d just moved to the city the week before and had not brought any of his previous slaves with him.In fact, he had sold all five of them for a tidy profit. It wasn’t that he needed the money. It was just that he decided that a new city deserved new slaves, a clean break from his old life. He had moved his business here to take advantage of the growing market for his special services, both.