“Hey Larry,” said Amber (she wanted to be called that now). “Interesting choice in these dresses. We look like a fruit salad.”Indeed, each gir...’s dress was a different pastel color, Amber’s of course matching her name. I knew Sara would be wearing a brilliant emerald green, while the others were putting God’s on rainbow to shame.Stacy was halfway into her luminescent blue dress (not white, thank God), and made no effort to cover up.“I thought our dresses would be a little more form-fitting than. She slid to a halt in front of me. "Acceptable, kind sir?" she asked."Magnificent," I replied and took her in my arms for a kiss. Over her shoulder I saw her mother watching us from the open doorway, a smile on her lips as her daughter teased the man in her life.I gave Rosa a casual wave before I escorted her daughter to my car where the skirt revealed another facet. It exposed her legs when she sat down.I chuckled as I jogged around to the driver's door. Things were looking good. He stood over her and losing his temper he started kicking her. “I’ll teach you, you little bitch!”Rashmi curled into a ball trying to protect her head and stomach as his kicks pounded her sides, legs, and back. Soon she was gasping for breath and sobbing. She barely noticed as he stripped her, ripping her clothes from her body as she pleaded with him to let her go. When he was done he dragged her across the floor by her legs down a hallway and into a small bedroom which was to be her prison.. 'Are you okay miss?' i ask, just a few feet away as she twirls round a scaffolding pole. 'Oh, I'm fine' She says and the accent takes me by surprise, I'd been expecting a local accent, not a trained southern drawl. 'I err.. don't think you can be here miss' I stutter a little startled. She glances at me innocently.'I think I can be where I want' she says I can see the corner of a smile flicker behind the fringe which hides most of her face, I begin to wonder, and play along.'And why's.