” As an entr? it was weak and he knew it. Slightly embarrassed at the directness of her stare, he looked away to concentrate on his brown deck shoes...as if the polish were a living thing.“That dammed dog. Look at him.” Jon wasn’t at all sure she was talking to him, but dutifully looked up. Several dogs were running around, looking like demented, brainless things, a bundle of multi-coloured fur with far too many legs and heads. “Which one is yours?” He asked.“The scruffy one.” They all looked. I watched her rub that pussy on everything and anything hard from the ladder rail in the pool to the edge of a counter top in the kitchen and even the hip bone, leg or what ever body part she could wrap her legs around of mostly older men. I swear she would go through 4 – 5 pairs of panties a day. It didn't matter much to her what others thought about her, which at that age, carrying a “I don't give a shit attitude” is a turn on. She has had experiences from the kind of men, hanging around the. It simply that I was not part of the equation. I remain convinced that what had made the difference was that I did not consider Abby as just a plaything, though she was a delight to play with. I saw her as a person. I was convinced that treating her as a woman made her into a woman. Since other purchasers would just treat their toys as toys, it was unlikely that what had happened to Abby would ever take place again.We had also reached a point where Abby could have enrolled at any university and. She woke up groggily at first, he lent down and gentlyapplied the tape over her mouth, brushing stands of shoulder-length red hairoff her cheek. The contact of his hands and the slow, seeping cold of the concretebrought her fully awake only minutes later, she came away with a groan, hewatched as those precious green eyes widened slowly in first confusion, thenshock then fear. Even at fifteen or even younger the girls were quick to understand,she could feel the right bindings, the way the rope.