”“Unlucky 13,” Megan said.“Or, perhaps Lucky 13,” Jack challenged her. “That depends upon you. Jack has had some good successes and some b...d failures. Three of the girls are now in college or vocational school, two have been reunited with their families, and three others are working and supporting themselves.”“What about the others?” Megan asked.“Two of the girls left that first night, having been fed and with new clothes and $500. One of those bought heroin and OD’d, we don’t know anything. Perhaps it has something to do with her being ill?Remember, this is a very tumultuous time for girls at her age." Alright, whatever you say Wendy. I'll leave her with you" the male viceended, and Wendy returned to the reception desk in front of me."Sorry about that Nicola. We just have a lot of missing data for you. Ohand we also have some of your forgotten property, you must have left ithere when you came in for enrolment a couple of weeks ago."Wendy handed me a large white leather bag,. The owner of the garage said nipples should be wet for photos and licked each one. He was right, wet ones sure glisten in pictures. The college boy offered her $ 20 to remove her shorts, commenting that we'd all enjoy seeing her fine ass. The shorts came off and her teal thong made great contrast to her soft white flesh. Many of us slipped a new disc into our cameras. I'm sure I wasn't the only one to notice the teal was a little darker around her crotch.Couch, chair, gym equipment, she was on. ."Janice closed her eyes again, stretching out one hand and steadying herself against a low stall wall. She was breathing heavily, trying to regain some sense of reality in this natural situation. Then she thought of those days in Griffith Park once more, thought of the way the animals felt between her legs, that rocking, rolling sensation of something warm and muscular rubbing against her thighs and her butt. That tingle, that damned itchy tingle began all over again when she thought of those.