As I drove away from Harold’s, Gertie said, “Winter, do you think I’m rationalizing? I believe those kids will be better off whoring for Harold....Better than being on the street.”I didn’t know the answer to that one and I said so. Maybe nobody knows. A home environment so intolerable that they come knocking at Harold’s door. Fully aware of what being employed by him involves.Now that he has them working in a relatively nice apartment building ... fuck, I just don’t know. I don’t have anything. My father showed up about an hour after we were brought in. He had been contacted by the police. They asked him to bring in clothing for all three of us. He came into our room but he didn’t speak. He seems to be suffering more from shock than we are.When dad showed up with the clothes we were finally allowed to shower and dress. My mother and I both insisted that we didn’t need any medical care. They took blood to test us for diseases and explained to us that we will have to be tested regularly. It was fair to say that Melissa’s dreams seemed to occupy her mind, most of the day, and all of the night.She considered asking a friend to sleep over on one occasion, in an attempt to try and stop the dreams but then decided against the idea; not knowing whether the dream would take her or not, or what she might reveal to her friend if it did.She couldn’t talk about the dreams to anyone; they seemed so weird, so pornographic. She wondered whether her subconscious was telling her that she was. Her fingers tingled and her pussy gushed when she saw her own pale fingers and her huge diamond ring against the backdrop of huge black cocks. She was gliding her fingers back and forth over the soft lifelike samples when the owner cleared his throat. Katie snapped back “Ummmmm…I’ll take both I guess.” She fumbled in her purse for the envelope of cash she took out of the atm for this secret purchase. “How much?”“Well now I aint quite sure. We aint neva put a price on these here. How much.