He suggested that I could make a living being a model.My dad liked that idea even less. He had read about the wild parties, drugs and sex that young m...dels had. His thirteen-year-old daughter was not getting involved in any of that. Mr. Grant said that we should find out if he was right before we worried about me jet setting around the globe and bad things happening.He recommended that he take me to his studio and that I get my head shots done, and he would put out feelers to see if there was. I was stunned."He can't be serious mom," I implored."He is serious Mike. We have no money to give him for the house andhe's threatened to evict us if we don't do what he wants!" she answered."What are we going to do mom?" I cried."We're going to play along that's what," she answered coldly."I'm going to swallow my pride and so are you! We're going to pretendto give the sick fuck what he wants; and then we're going to turn thetables on him!" she went on."You're going to dress up for your uncle. "His words were ringing in her ears. Chrissy wanted him to be proud of her. She wanted him to see what a good girl she could be. She looked up at him and sucked harder as his cock banged into her throat.Dan knew this would be happening on a regular basis. He had every intention of owning this whore in every way imaginable. Reaching down, he smacked the sides of her tits. The swinging clamps stretched and pulled her nipples and Chrissy screamed on his cock.That was all it took. The vibrations. After ten long years, they let him out of the home.‘Excitable boy,’ they all said. (Excitable Boy!)And he dug up her grave, and built a cage with her bones.‘Excitable boy,’ they all said. (Excitable Boy!)Well, he’s just an excitable boy.”-Warren Zevon, “Excitable Boy“Marisol Velasquez stepped up to the express elevator to the penthouse of the Seattle Hotel de San Finzione. She placed her hand on a palmprint scanner and spoke loudly into a speaker.“Velasquez!” She barked at the speaker..