She prowled, exploring, as I poured. "Ooh, that's sick! How old is it?" she exclaimed, admiring the large antique telescope next to the French doors l...ading to the balcony."Over two hundred years." I came up behind her, close, rubbing against her back as I guided her hand to the focusing knob. She bent to the sight, pushing back into me a little. "It's been in my family for generations."Before the Internet, my kind had needed ephemerides and astronomical competence, or the money for a reliable. It lingered in her like a red-coal, wanting to ignite again. And there was nothing she could do about it.It all had happened so quickly that she really hadn't had a chance to reflect what had happened to her until now. She was being turned into a sex slave, Stephanie was sure of that. The training CD was probably going to be the first of many and she knew was going to be abused again and again until the stranger had had his fill of her bound charms.This morning's shower did give Stephanie a. Briana excused herself to the bathroom, Kirsten said she'd join her, the two had to hold each other up as they stumbled towards the bathroom, both girls quite drunk. Beth and I sat and visited more. She began to drill me with questions that I knew where they were leading. I became a little nervous, telling her that Briana and I have known each other a long time and whatnot. Then she asked bluntly, "she really isn't old enough to be married is she?" "well, um, she's...yeah she is..." I. Which she was. She frowned at the sight of her knit cardigan and ankle-length dress. "I ought to update my wardrobe. Won't Peter be surprised!"She strolled out the door with her shopping bag and purse. May hadn't felt this energetic in a long time, and she was ready to enjoy the day to its fullest. The sun was shining and it was pleasantly warm. Before, she'd have felt chilly on a day like this. She stepped on to the bus as it pulled up to the stop, and the driver looked a little suspiciously.