I gripped my knife tightly but I didn't threaten her with it."You can't stay here," Angela smiled. "You were coming with me, remember?"I didn't speak ...r move, not even when she crawled closer, until she could touch me and I felt her warm fingers on my arm, gripping my wrist and pulling it away from my legs gently."It'll be alright," she said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you, Lisa. Nobody is going to hurt you ever again. I promise."I wasn't worried about being hurt."You ... You were dead," I. "Brad knows this agent and he is going to talk to him about representing me." "Brad has a friend who is a fashion director and he is going to get him to use me." "Brad knows an Art Director at So and So magazine and he is going to get me in."And then one night she didn't come home. When she dashed in the next day she looked guilty as hell and couldn't meet his eyes. "The shoot last night ran late so I crashed on Brad's couch. Got to run. See you tonight." She grabbed some clothes and then was. After about an hour I got up to leave. "Don't go just yet Jan" Greg said as he put his hand up my skirt. I had to steady myself on the kitchen table as I felt his fingers in my pussy. I was taken aback but let him continue. With his other hand he took out his cock. Fuck it was so hard. I pushed his hand away from my pussy, sank to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He groaned as I sucked him. Releasing him I looked up and "Now take me to bed and fuck me". Greg led the way and I followed. This meant she was completely naïve about social situations, often becoming anxious and sometimes being taken advantage of due to her innocence, unrelenting honesty, and gullibility.Her stoic second in command, and closest friend, was a Godtouched named Cal. This was presumably short for something. No-one who asked ever got a satisfying answer. Her bright golden hair, cut in a short, almost boyish bob, warmly glowing golden eyes, and pouting golden lips contrasted arrestingly with her rich,.