“You’ve got that right!”His very pleasant-looking stranger stood and hobbled to the table next to him, scattered with several magazines. She lea...ed reading the title of different books. He couldn’t help trying to catch a view of her cleavage to what her top revealed. She sorted through them then noticed a particular magazine Wayne had placed on the seat beside him.“I s ... suppose there are only t ... two golf magazines here and you have them b ... both,” she stammered.“Here, you c ... can have. "Her arms circled a pile of Polaroid's on the table, drool ruining their cheap finish. I scanned them until my stomach cramped. Rat bastard. There he was taking pictures of himself fucking girls, some of them nearly as old as myself. There was a note too. 'These girls like it! You're already a fucking drunk, let me know when you want to try this new shit.'I didn't know it at the time, but my dad was dealing. Coke was just becoming popular, and dad found out early that teenage girls ate it up. ", I muttered to myself. Later at dismissal I walked by Naoimi. "See you later", she called as I walked down the hall. "Right, see you later", I called back. I walked home from school, and since Naomi walked to, and lived across from me, I thought it was wierd that I didn't see her on the way home. At three I walked over to her house. "Come in", she said from inside when I knocked. I walked in and saw her laying on the couch, her legs open. She was wearing a skirt and a pair of sky blue. Blue Angel, Carli Banks, Tori Black, Sasha Grey, and oh my god, that looked like Bobbi Starr. And Bobbi - unlike the other girls - was not wearing a costume, but a tight latex catsuit and was walking on unimaginably high heels towards you."Hi Jeni" she purred. "You know who I am, don't you?". Almost too shocked to admit it, but given she knew your name it was no use denying it, you nodded. "Well, I've heard from a friend that it's your birthday soon, so we've been asked to arrange a special.