Shewas still fuming as she left the store with her purchase. She headed for thecar, searching in her purse for her keys. Looking up from her search, s...e saw him. There he was, leaning against hercar. She understood why every woman wanted him. She truly did. How many menlooked like that? She glanced at his still muscular physique appreciatively,even if disgusted by the sight of him. Sunglasses now shielded his blue eyes,his blonde hair blowing slightly in the cool breeze. She couldn't help. Claire is a like a pretty girl 5'9" slim with curly black hair and Black Irish good looks well I look like a potato.Claire called me to her room and we talked. "Tommy everyone treats me like a slut now. I am so ashamed. My reputation is gone and every boy that asks me out is the same and just wants to fuck me" she said and looked down. "Worst of all I am a slut and need sex, I want to fuck all the boys and sex is all I think about but I want my reputation back" Claire the way I see this you one. “Pull down your top, sissy. Let the boys see your cute little boobies!” Holly had a surprised and confused look on her face. “Open your top, or I’ll do it for you!” Max said. Her eyes were already red and mascara streaking from her ordeal over the pool table as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. She unbuttoned her top as ordered to the cat-calls of the disgusting men, the while time mouthing “I want to go home.” When she was finished, she pulled off her black, lacy bra, allowing her little. I cranked the engine but it wouldn’t turn over. That was just the beginning of my problems. My first reaction was to call my mom. I looked at the empty passenger's seat and an icy chill ran through me after realizing I didn’t bring my purse. I took a deep breath and evaluated my situation. I’m a professional counselor and believe no matter what the situation, there is always a solution. Okay, here I am out of gas in a seedy part of town. I’m dressed in my nightgown and bathrobe, with my hair in.