It allowed her father to keep a menial job and a small apartment, but he had to pick one of two terrible prices.One option was for her Mother to go to...a bed in the man’s house three nights a week and give satisfaction to anybody who came to her. She would have to stay married, so her husband would be disgraced. Many men in the town admired her beauty; they would pay well to enjoy her body.The second option was for Sophia. Sophia’s older sister was married. Her younger sister was too young and. The bonus for me was she had somehow poured herself into a cheerleader outfit that was easily smaller than it needed to be.“Called in a favor from the costume designer so we could have a special night.” she said“This is why I miss high school.” I said“How about we relive some of the fun moments you had.” she said“I have been wanting to bang a cheerleader under the bleachers.” I saidI could still smell the burned rubber off the tires as we pulled into a practice field in the middle of a small. ‘That’s the trouble being connected to real wealth isn’t it?’ The cold bitch, he thought, just as Kitty really put in the knife. ‘You still had time to get between a pair of different thighs every night I suppose?’ ‘Not every night,’ he muttered, scandalized, and just managed avoiding running into the back of a vehicle stopping for a red light. ‘Should I drive?’ Hayden erupted. ‘Christ, what the fuck’s wrong with you?’ Kitty stared ahead and spoke calmly. ‘For starters I expected Mrs Wilson to. Walking to the door she looks for the button for 4 - she buzzes it and shiver goes through her again. There is no vocal response, but the door opens with a buzz. Slowly she opens the door, still unsure as to why she was there - who is she k**ding, she knew exactly why she was there, she was eager to be fucked, eager to be at the mercy of a man who had awakened a part of her she never knew existed.There are no flats on the ground floor and with some trepidation she climbs the stairs - flats 1.