Could he get away with raping her and changing her answer?"No Mr. Jackson," the cute teenager replied."If I offered you a dollar, would you let me fuc... you?" Oh no! Never!" But Henrietta knew that she'd done it for less, even considering the value of the currency."$1,000," he asked."Uh... I... I don't know," Henrietta stammered in an honest answer to the question."Then I think I have a proposition for you, sweetie. Would you go to bed with a man for an hour for $200? Or for a night for. Friday night 6.45 pm."Hello, Tammy, do come in" I said as I answered the front door. Closing the door I instructed her to Stand still and Raise your skirt. She immediately gripped both sides of her pleated skirt and raised her arms. There was a big wet patch on the front of her knickers and as I slipped my hand inside them.She said "Master, I am sorry I doubted your judgment; I now know why I was to stand with my back against the wall of the carriage, the vibrations from the carriage went. He was searching around the room for someone and smiling false greetings to people he really didn’t want to see. Then his eyes found me. His gaze locked with mine and rested on me, for the first time that night, the devilish twinkle he was keeping hidden, burst forth and made me feel so special, tears welled in my eyes briefly as my hope was renewed. I remember seeing him striding across the room towards me, that he had a quizzical look on his face, my smile was wide and my eyes glistening.. . !" No, I'm not Prototype Ten. Since I have no prototype number, you'll just have to call me Sam. That's what my parents call me, anyway."His mind still befuddled, the Golindan stammered, "Y-your parents?" Um-hm. Prototype Nine's my mom, Prototype Ten's my dad, and I can tell you man, adolescence sucks when your parents know everything you do and think!" The young man shook his head, smiling. "I have to admit, though, they only butt in on the important stuff, so they're pretty cool that way..