Again. Again. Again. How long did he stay? Maybe just a day. Maybe a week. She didn’t know, because she was already dead, and when you’re dead ...here isn’t any time. Isn’t any body. Isn’t anything to feel anymore. He moved her here and there, and the plastic against her skin became her skin as she became plastic, just plastic. Just dead.Jaguar awoke with a start from the old nightmare. She had been nine when that happened. Now, at twenty-eight, it remained her only sexual encounter. . "Mom finally gave in on that, but she's holding out on the dating rule." Bummer. That means you won't be able to date until you get into grade 11." Yeah, well that's okay by me," I said. "I think I can live without boys for a few more years." Just the thought of kissing a guy was enough to make me want to puke. Ugh. Shivers ran up and down my spine."All the more for me," Cathy laughed. "So? What are you gonna do when they cut you loose?"Jesus. I hadn't even thought about it. Probably go through. CHAPTER 3 Craig looked around. Dozens of blacks were now surrounding them. The ­negro eyes fixed on the white woman, they stared at the thick mounds beneath her blouse, at her tender neck, at the smooth skin of her slender legs, at her delicate feet and toes. Blushing with shame, Sheila looked up. She saw the rugged, powerful features of the blacks carefully studying her body, their eyes constantly focusing on her voluptuous breasts. She tried to cross her arms in order to cover her bosoms;. Once there, the door was opened by someone hired for the purpose for tonight. I left the limo and went inside. Mason and Anna were there. The men were wearing tuxedos and Anna was in a long gown in a bright green. It wasn’t as figure-hugging as mine was. Mason’s eyes bugged out a little when I stepped inside. His father was there talking to someone and stopped talking and stared. I realized he was talking to Prince Asshole who turned to see me. He stared and his mouth dropped open.He walked up.