"She'll do mon," he said gruffly. "A real white whore if I ever saw one mon."With that he strode across the room and out the door without even glancin... in my direction.William caught my eye and smile, flashing his white teeth."I'll go take a look," he said, although I knew he would do more than look.He went for the stairs and I was right behind him. At the top he stopped and caught me by the shoulder."Susan told me of the agreement, mon," he said, a note of warning in his voice and an edge of. ”“Why me?” I asked, my voice cracking.She laughed. “You’ve got a cock, don’t you?”I nodded. “But I don’t know anything. I’ve never doneit. I’ve hardly even touched a girl. Why don’t you use abanana or something?”She sighed. “Oh,” she said, scratching her head. “OK. Ididn’t think of that. Google it and then go down and buysome rubbers, some condoms, thin ones, hear? We’ll do itSaturday. She sniffed through her nose. She opened her mouth, closed it. "If we're going to ride togther. Spend days together. Do I really have to call you Graffiti?" She crossed her arms over her chest. She looked down at my cock, then up at me. Rolled her eyes once more."Dawn. And you're lucky you have a big cock." Or what?" You don't wanna know." Now I wasn't sure I did want to know. Maybe I should have split. Paid for her night there and hit the road. In the long run it would have been easier. Less. The other child,a young girl, lay quiet, in shock, her leg bent under her. I saw thefrantic mother carry her into a tent.I tried to struggle to my feet, but Sophia held me down. "Just a minute,Herr Schmidt. You have been injured but I will fix that soon. But thereare some more injured than you. Be patient and I will soon be back." Ilay back and watched as the Gypsies began to right their camp. One man,sitting under a tree, was bare to the waist. His shoulder was coveredwith a heavily.