I mean, okay, thanks."Dean nodded to her politely then stepped back out of her path. She continued walking down the crowded hall but she wasn't in suc... a rush anymore. Instead she was reading the note he'd given her."Come on, guys," Dean said, slamming shut his own locker. "Pot and pussy. My van. Let's do it." I hope you're not fucking with us," Dylan said. He followed his friend in the other direction down the hall and added, "Why the fuck would Heather give you list of names, anyway?" Because. So, she was leafing through the paper, looking in the want ads. Something caught her eye. "Models wanted for illustrations for book. Must be young and fit. Some nudity required." She almost went on, dismissing the ad, but curiosity got the better of her. She called the number listed and, after answering a few questions she had an appointment to talk to the author.Julie had never modeled before, but she was an obvious pick if beauty was the criteria. She had waist length almost platinum blond. Straps, of all sizes, a crop, a barbers strop, cuffs, it was all their, things to beat, things to restrain, clamps, pegs, a feast of sexual equipment for any sadistic male. His eyes lit up, then he marched her out and threw her on the bed, opening her legs to examine the red nettle rash, leaping on her, no preamble just up and banging away, each inward thrust accompanied by a word; you- dare- take- me- into- such- a- place-, and- not- have- it- cleaned- for- me- first, she looked back at him,. Going through a really rough time with a boyfriend back home, and I have been trying to help her through it. We have talked alot about how she can try and fix things with him and I have been giving her the guys perspective on stuff”I went silent seeing if that would stick. He seemed to mull that answer over for a minute, took a drink of his beer and it seemed to settle in that it made sense to quell his concerns. “Ok, I have to say I am proud of you for helping your cousin so much, you two.