"I can't even button it up in the back." Here, let me do it."Myrna stood with her back to her mother. Gloria buttoned the buttons and the light fabric...pressed against the young teenager's developing breasts."Turn around," instructed Gloria.Turning to face her mother, Myrna was sure she'd see how much of her chocolate brown flesh was showing and have her choose another dress."See, it's fine," said Gloria. "You look real pretty in it."The young teenager couldn't believe her mother wasn't going to. I told her we were working on a photography project for one of our classes and she nearly jumped for joy! Now Lucy was a pretty short girl, topping maybe 5’5” or so. She had bright red hair and an average build for her size. She wasn’t fat by any means, but not as slim as either Cee or Skye. She was cute and I think she knew it. She was the one who started a ball rolling that will make more sense in the next chapter. Anyway, the three of us went out and shot some pictures. One of the reasons. A real virgin, still a virgin, STILL.Again she was humiliated, again she turned red, this time the second time in one day, but surely not the last time that day or in her life. The evening came, the foreign workers came home, the restaurant started to get filled, and more and more guys, some cultivated, some dirty and sweaty, entered the guestroom. All watched the new girl, all made jokes with each others, mainly in languages she didn't understood. But from second to second, and from their. She slipped by Roberto at the narrowdoor to the dressing room."Yeah, I was, um, naughty," squeaked Roberto with an exhausted nod. Hepressed a bare shoulder against the doorframe, hesitating to take one morestep. The tape inside his body, where his missing manhood used to find afirm foundation to launch from, didn't just sting if it pulled free. Worseyet, the adhesive seemed to reattach to even more sensitive skin, reloadingand cocking back a hammer for pain to release on the next.