"Far be it from us to steal your business." Don't fuck with us," Sarah added with a glare. The hookers nodded and backed off. Kate and Sarah walked on...I wish I could give them some advice; Erika paused in thought, looking at the prostitutes. So many of these girls have such messed-up lives, I would try to help them if they'd listen to me. I know people don't always appreciate help, though. I don't think it would be appreciated here.She smiled at the hookers and several flashed her upraised. I had been saving it up all night, andit was a gusher.Debbie stood back to admire her work. "Ken, you were right. Thislipstick is you. You look so pretty," she said sarcastically.I felt humiliated, but they weren't done with me. Sharon got off mycock and kissed me. I felt her lipstick mingle with mine, and theslippery sensation felt great. She had a different motive, however, asshe transferred my semen to my own mouth. I had never tasted it before,and it had an odd salty taste. "Swallow. In the dark, my eyes seemed to gather the light and glow, like coals. I was ninety-one pounds, lighter than any of the twelve year olds at the orphanage! Sirens blared in the distance. Ambulances must be on the way. They would be too late. I knew it. Mistress Morgan had run back inside because a few of the younger kids were still inside the inferno that was once our home. She had always treated me like a normal person, despite all my—features. I guess she just looked past them at what was. "Hey I heard some yell…" Ayla watched Steve stop mid-sentence with his eyes on the fork of her open legs. His eyes went wide and he pursed his lips in that way that he did when he felt awkward. He said, "Alright then," and backed out of the doorway and, presumably, the rest of the way down the stairs. "I'll get the, uh, car started, eh?" He called from the kitchen."Just a minute!" called her mom as Ayla hung her head in embarrassment. "Hey, baby, it's nothing to be embarrassed about." She was.