"A window? My window?" You think to yourselfYou take a deep breath and feel the crisp morning air fill your body, waking you from a creaky slumber. Yo... stretch, and wipe the sleep from your eyes. The memories of your scattered dream fade as well, but not without leaving a pensive anticipation of... something. You pull back the curtain from the window and let the late morning light flood into the room. One advantage of this new world was that you had no job, or at least no job yet. You look. She was what they call striking rather than beautiful and always looked like she had a turd under her nose, you know the look.The girl looked like a piece of work, just standing there smirking like she was posing for a magazine."Now Tina, dear," her nostrils flared, "I want you to take your time and break in little Claire slowly. We don't want a frightened philly on our hands." Yes, Miss Sophia." And you, Lisa," she reached behind her and pulled up a bridle and bit. "I have a new bit made just. We were on a camping trip in the summer before our junior year in high school, after having turned sixteen, and we used his car to go on a camping trip. Adam bought us beer using his fake ID and all the money we could scrounge up, and we found a camp site near the Alabama River.We started drinking as it got dark, and then Adam pulled out some porn magazines that he snuck from his father’s stash in their garage. The more we looked at the explicit pictures, which showed full nudity and genitals,. Soon enough, I’m gonna sit there an answer questions from a client trying to choose between us, like I’m helping decide between the stew and the meat pie. That ain’t gonna be easy at first.“Mostly though, ya was winding Robert up with no hope of him doin a thing ‘bout it. Ya didn’t know he was not a whore. But he really ain’t gonna be able to afford ya.”“Yeah. I’m sorry about that. From what he said I thought he was. It wasn’t something I explicitly thought about, but if he’d played his cards.