Her mother had scolded her but her father had admired her and had said she looked beautiful. She tried to remember where his eyes had been when he had...said that and remembered, he had been staring at her straining breasts."Go inside and get those things off you Subha, do you want to look like a whore?" her mother's words had stung then and stung even now. With tears she had retreated to her room and changed.She wondered now if she could flaunt her charms to her father so he would stay home and. Fell into their laps, practically, thanks to Stefan and his easygoing manner, his good looks, his ability to make friends without seeming to try. Just enough older than these high school kids to lead them but not too old to make them skittish.It was easy to share pictures. Never mind that Stefan’s so-called cousins and classmates, and the girl he said was his sister, were nothing of the sort. It wasn’t hard to find girls today back home who would do almost anything for money. And these American. Do you understand? I do was all she said but the look of total resignation could have answered that for me. You have one other option. Say no now and I will only fire you. Your mom will probably kill you when she finds out why but her job will be safe. If you say yes you better be prepared to go all the way with this deal or you’re both finished. Now, what’s it going to be? She hesitated for what seemed like an eternity. I could almost hear her thoughts. Quit now. Don’t give him the. She looked at Mr. Groves. "Tell him I'll be waiting outside for him just after eight o'clock."Mr. Groves took his mobile out of his pocket and punched in a text. A few seconds later he got one back. "He says that's fine." He told her putting his phone away.He looked at Debbie again and she could tell that reading that letter had excited him. It had turned her on a little as well she admitted silently."We've got loads of time until eight o'clock." Mr. Groves said slyly.Debbie nodded fighting to.