... nothing. Five minutes...still nothing. 10 minutes and I gave up.About 15 minutes after picture three, came picture four... I was shaking a little ...hen I opened the text. Now she was in light blue satin panties taking a full body shot in the mirror. She was wearing a matching bra and a huge smile. The next text simply asked which ones I liked the best and I let her know that the silver ones were amazing. Another 10 minutes went by with nothing from her so I figured that she was checking out. Ever since she had moved from the gated community, three bodyguards watched her on her way to and from work and Josie felt safe with them. When she had dinner in a restaurant, she saw to it that her guards had a table nearby and she always picked up their tab. The three guard dogs rarely talked to her, but she knew that they liked their assignment.Josie noticed that someone stood in her way and she swerved to the left trying to avoid a collision. She looked up annoyed and froze. It was James. The boy followed, and I tripped him. He slid across the floor, legs kicking, and I pulled him to his feet and banged his head against a post a few times and then dropped his limp body into a stall."You kill him?" Lucy asked, comforting her sobbing sister."Doubt it," I said. "What's going on?" I asked the trembling girl who was sniffing and wiping her eyes."They's wild today," she said. "Two a'them hauled Jenny up to her room first thing then that feller made a grab for me. Momma's mad as can. I tend to agree with you on this topic, though I’m obviously concerned about trafficking and about women forced into prostitution. But a high-end escort, for example? I agree - nobody should care.”“And if she pays a pimp?” I asked.“Because models don’t pay agents? Or bands? Or writers?”“We’re on the same page,” I replied.“I hate to say this,” Liz sighed, “but we need to wash up or I’m going to turn into a prune!”“I promise to spread baby oil over every single inch of your skin if.