. we're not all assholes."She looked back at me calmly. "I know that. Look, I assume Wes has never been accused of rape, right?"I struggled to come up...with the right words to make her understand the danger that Wes represented."Well ... no," I replied. "He thinks women are mainly just something to ... well, to screw."She nodded, appearing to take me seriously."Randy ... do you think women have sex drives? Sexual needs like guys have?"I blinked at the unexpected question."Well ... of course."She. Now, Ellie was one of the sexiest cousins and was my age. She had been spending the summer working at her family’s filling station. I don’t know if it was her idea but her uniform seemed to be a halter top and hot pants. As this was the early 70’s that outfit wasn’t very unusual. She stood at least 5’6” and weighed maybe 160 and boy did she carry it well. Her ass was very large and boobs were at least DD cups. She had auburn red hair and bright green eyes, but her best feature was her tanned. "The terms he offered were simple--spend the next twenty years of my life in prison or spend five years as a Doll on the Pleasure Grid. "With your pretty face and tight little body, you'll do very well." he said. He didn't stop smiling once during our conversation. "Some popular Dolls even stay on after their contracts end because they can start charging good money."I didn't think too hard. I took the pen he offered and wrote my name on the dotted line. The next day, he signed me out and drove. I stood, pulled my towel around me, and reached for the door. Locked? Oh, no. I began tugging, calling out. Panic rising as my cries went unanswered. Sweating, shaking-what if they’d left for the night? Time passing, feeling faint. Would I die in here? Dear Jesus, I wish I had.Then the door opening, strong arms lifting me from the floor. Being laid out-massage table? Weight bench? I couldn’t tell. Cool air on my bare skin. David? David. Thank goodness. My arms being pulled above my head, what.