"I nodded, "But you were born and raised in England?"She looked away."Well, were you?"She stopped playing with her hair. "Yes, I was born in London." ...hy'd you leave?"She suddenly looked at me as if I were an idiot. "I got a job offer to be a model here."I waved my hand, dismissing her statement. "Yes, yes I know that, but I mean you're nineteen. You should be in college."She started tapping on my wooden kitchen table. "I got into Oxford," she said.So she was smart and pretty..."Then why aren't. Somehow I had become a small child again I was dressed in pink so I mustbe a girl, 'why a girl' I wondered.I didn't know whether to be upset or not so instead I decided to exploremy environment, I tried to get up but found that I just did not have thestrength or coordination to do so, I crawled over to the bars of mywooden prison and using them for support managed to stand up.I then noticed something at the end of my cot, it looked like, oh it wasit was a stocking a Christmas stocking, I. I wasn't much of a cook, but I could do hamburger helper. It turned out they didn't have any hamburger helper, so I had to make do with meat and noodles, which I added spices to, hoping they were the right spices, and the right quantities of them. I also put in a couple of cans of tomato paste and a lot of cheese.At one point I saw that Jill had sat down. She wasn't crying any more. Instead, she was just staring at me, blinking every once in a while."I'm sorry," I said."I know," she answered.. ." Oh god, I would do that for you so fast. Do you like to eat pussy, or should I say, would you like to eat MY pussy? Al said you didn't like to touch women..." Usually I have sex if you can call it that, with high priced hookers. I don't want to kiss them, eat them or anything else. I'm trying to open myself up to more sexy things that I can do. Let's see what happens today. I'm very excited about today.." Usually when I talk to boys and men during sex, I talk about their cocks..can I talk.