Weak at the knees I sat back at the counter, before drawing in a deep breath and returning to sit back behind the change room counter. Within what se...med like seconds her American Express card had filtered through my card machine, and with her bright red 'Triumph' lingerie bag she quickly made her way toward the store exit. “I'll have to let you out,” I said, “as the store is closing.” “Thank you so much,” she said turning again toward me once more. “What is your name gorgeous girl?” she. She was turning to be not so sweet as I had thought. She told me that she was not a virgin as her boy friend has sex with her twice and then they broke up and she was in pain since then. I told her to be very careful with boys as most of them don’t look beyond sex at this age to which she agreed and said ‘that’s why I am prefer only girls now a days’. I asked her what she meant by word ‘prefer girls’ and we laughed naughtily.Things went smooth and her compliments increased day after day and now. "That's your girl?" Barrington queried, "She's a beauty!" Don't joke," I warned."I do not!" he said, "I bet she scrubs up really nice."I realised she had an iron collar around her neck and she was taken down from the stage and chained barefoot behind a dung cart hauled by an ox and so was she pulled from the square."What now?" Barrington asked."Find Catherine," I suggested, "Follow that cart!"It was a slow and painful process, but by and by we made progress until at length the yokel riding the. After a little bit, give a yell. Clay said sound will carry. After a few deep breaths, she turned around, aimed her flashlight at the ground and tried to ignore the dread she felt when she realized she couldn’t see the trail. The rain wasn’t heavy, but it was enough to dampen her clothes. Her hands were shaking and she forced them to be steady as she held the flashlight and walked. Willow checked her watch, realized she’d been walking less than five minutes, even though it felt like at least.