"We partied a little in Bob's back yard. We smoozed and cuddled and had some sweet kisses ... it was so nice. Jaysus, I keep saying 'so nice' don't I?...I demanded he touch me, and he demonstrated his Sorcerer's Grip with his fingertips." I felt a few tears roll down my face. I said, "Mom, I didn't know how good it could make us feel."Mom smiled happily at me and said, softly, "And it gets even better."I said, "So! Great first date. Thank you again, Mom."She replied, "No problem, Honey."I stood. "Eve!" he called imperiously, "come and watch the show!" Sandra was aware of the young blonde milkmaid, slinking out of a corner where she had taken refuge. She was still naked and she looked very young and frightened, and she flattened herself against the wall, terrified of what was going on."All right, we can begin the show," Mike sneered, "and by Christ, the leading lady had better give a good performance!"Sandra lay prostrate on the floor, unable to feel anything, conscious only of a desire. "Knowing what freelancing was like, I winced. "Ooh." Yeah, 'ooh.' I had to give up my apartment today; now all I got's a ten-year old Suburu filled with clothes and kitchen crap and no place to put it -- or me." Um, what about the father?"Her lips compressed into a crooked line as she shook her head."Okay; it's okay." No it's not." She leaned into me and started sobbing again.I held her for several minutes, noting the clean smell of her hair. I also noticed the two sizable hills of her breasts. I myself was 6'-1 1/2" tall without heels (which was a rare occurrence). I was very fit 33 year old, with a strict exercise regimen, and black belts in karate and tae-kwon-do. "Tell me more Marv; I'm not thinking about him as a client." I said as I twirled my auburn hair and thought about how weak he looked."Shit, you're on that live-in slave kick again aren't ya?" I gave him a glare. "Okay! He lives in the building around the corner, that's the only reason he comes here, definitely doesn't fit.