A bit of dried blood and deep teeth marks still there on that exposed inner thigh next to me. But she's such a comfy pillow, I nuzzle and hug her thig... as I ponder what to do next. I grab her around the waist, pulling her close, and roll to my back, pulling her over on top of me in 69 position. My head between her thighs, I have a view of her panties, with her ripped open dark gray joggers splayed and draping down around her exposed crotch. A bit of one asscheek showing. I'm enveloped and. “Grow up. Everyone knows I’m a slut. Welcome to like two years ago, kiddo.”“And how many people know Megan’s a good-for-nothing slut too? She just uses sex to get whatever guy she wants, even if she knows he’s got his eye on someone else.”Megan cleared her throat with nervousness yet determination. “Why do you have to be so rude?” she asked, her voice having more structure than I thought it would.“I’m not rude, I’m just right. If you can’t take it-”“You’re a bitch! That’s all you are!!” Megan’s. Because she knew no women were around, she ignored the small box of testing booties located at hers and every bench in the store.As she slid on the sandal, she noticed the guy staring at her foot and watched his eyes as she fastened the strap around the back. Pointing her toes she seductively stretched her leg, a position she was sure was torturing her admirer. Only about ten feet from her, he tried again to act occupied with a pair of boots that were just barely larger than a k**’s size. They. They just live in the slums, and there they will die. Sad, isn’t it? Something has to be done. They say it’s growing out of control, and Akbir’s men have moved in. Pretty soon there’ll be a government plot to exterminate us. The hill folk probably pay the government for it, eh? Hey, wait up!”The dirt and trash turned to clean pavement.“Wait. I forgot Mama Khadija.”“We have to go back?” asked Vasilla“I can pick her up and meet you at Drakni Drive. What’s the number? 115?”“I think it’s 116..