The baby of the family, Tynan Porter, is eight. Ty is small and wiry. He's half spider monkey, able to shimmy up a doorframe with his bare hands, and ...ang on by his fingertips. He loves to accompany his dad on business trips around the area.All three take part in my summer clinics, though Timmy does so under protest. Ty reminds me of Kip Wilkinson at that age, enthusiastic but undeveloped. Like Kip, Ty's day will come.Speaking of Kip, he and his older brother, as I had predicted, were stars for. Then there was the matter of being a human cow. Interestingly, that subject didn't bother her. She supposed it was because she had accepted that her body belonged to him.Then it occurred to her, if she left, she'd be taking his property with her. Why would he let her do that? Would he really do that? He'd worked for a year to convert her from a free, independent woman into what she was today. Whatever that was, certainly not a free, independent woman.Where would she stay if she left? She had no. My back arched and I moaned like a madwomen, then collapsed, quaking slightly with my mouth hanging open, still in shock. I had known of such things only from hushed, giggle filled conversations with my friends, huddled around to share our most intimate thoughts. They had not done it justice. Soon I began to adventure online, dirty chat rooms (where I might have been the only real girl), story sites, always remaining anonymous. I loved the dirty feelings it brought up with in me, a release from. She noticed the roll of drawing paper in the backpack I lent to the little whore. Mom wanted to see. The little whore unrolled them. The thick lines and violent shadings depicted herself, her mom, the pimps and scenes from her hellish life. Brutal but well wrought, the quality kept the eye inside the terror discovering unexpected beauty. Though untrained, a life of refuge in drawing in a city full of art fed her skill and her talent grew. Mother hugged the little whore, kissed her cheek and.