“So did you,” Derek snapped. “Still, I say we keep out distance from him,” Seth said calmly. “But I think we should talk to the mother.”�...Fuck talking, I wanna tie her to a fucking chair and knock some fucking sense into her head!” Derek growled. “And how would that help?” Seth asked, voice icy. “No, the best we can do is try and be friends. Or ignore them. Or both.” Derek couldn’t help but think that he liked his plan better.. The other two girls, were dressed very similar to myself, with shortishskirts, ankle socks, sneakers, and "T" shirts, and our hair in eitherbunches or ponytails.The two girls noticed that I did not have pieced ears, so grabbed my armsand took me into a beauty salon to get them pieced the same as theirs.When I came out I had two studs in each ear and a bottle of Clinicalspirits to keep them clean and to help the healing. We caught up with theboy's, and browsed the shops, mostly clothes and music. Who was in the bathroom? I turned and watched as a pretty brunette entered the room behind me. She stopped, stunned to see me standing there. Then, to my amazement -- or is that, to my amusement? -- she proceeded to look me over, head to toe. Well, two could play that game.Ignoring my husband, I stared intently at the women, making sure I missed nothing. She was pretty. Well, more cute than pretty. She was small, standing about five feet tall. Long, brown, wavy hair flowed down her shoulders,. ”She laughs bitterly. “No, you’d probably take their money and enjoy it.” Her words sting.She continues, “Although it’s not like they would pay someone if they could get a girl thrown in just for crooking their finger. But still, if I were like you, I’d enjoy it and it wouldn’t be so bad.”“I don’t think so. I don’t think I’d like that at all.” Gently, I turn her face up so it is not buried in my shoulder. “But it doesn’t matter. You are not me. They violated you; it is their fault not yours.”“I.