With a slim build and her small size, even her B cup sizedbreasts looked large on her. Chester stared down at the new girl as shetook in her new limbs...in wonder."Emma?" Chester asked getting her attention. She looked up at him withher doe eyes, "Master?" her voice was sweet and full of adoration.Chester put a hand under her chin to get a better look at her. Sheleaned into his touch as she looked up to him. Chester could see thecontentment in her eyes and something else. Trust. She had the look. No one in their right mind would accuse a girl like Bell of being forward, much less a high class hooker.”Ariel found it odd to hear Bell talking about herself in the third person. But she didn’t comment and interrupt Bell’s story.“A girl named Alanna is the whore and I made her up with some help from John. That’s what this story is really about.” Bell stopped talking, either thinking or waiting for a response.“Okay,” whispered Ariel, when she realized Bell wouldn’t say more. “Tell me about. They all wanted to pretend things hadn’t changed and that they could do the same things they did when they were still in high school. I didn’t think that was my attitude because I never was one to follow the herd.I studied on her question for a moment and then replied, “Honey, I guess I am closer to being a young folk, but the simple truth is, somedays, Daddy feels a lot older than he really is in terms of actual years”I watched her absorb that tidbit of useless information and she came right. One night, Kate, the girl whose dorm was next to mine, obviously felt sorry for me and invited me to a house party. I plucked up the courage and decided to go. I barely spoke a word to Kate as we walked to the party and, once there, she disappeared, leaving me to fend for myself. I ended up in kitchen where I drank heavily to steady my nerves.Two men entered and they seemed even more out of place than me. One was not much older than me and good looking. The other was middle-aged, fairly ugly.