“The way you said that speaks volumes.”“She and I agreed we had a teenage fantasy and decided to live it out to its fullest extent before she ma...ries someone who can meet her OTHER needs.”Doctor Mercer rolled her eyes and shook her head, “There are days...”“Oh?”“Sorry. You know I can’t divulge anything about other patients but let’s just say you aren’t alone in that endeavor. Are you and Jocelyn intimate?”“In every way — spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically.”“And Clarissa?”“Not. Jovial? You’re kinda salty.”“I do that for the kids. The adults? You just get regular old me. I’ll be back in an hour.”And just as suddenly as he arrived in my car, Santa vanished. The time I spent with him was real, just over five minutes as he explained the wish-thing to me. His offer seemed unreal, though. What single wish would I pick? I really liked the idea of winning the lottery, a huge one, but it wouldn’t last into real life. Just having money for a day…I needed a better wish than. I looked over at my husband. I liked the idea of my son's hands on me with my husband right there. As I rubbed his hands I tried to move them up my thighs just a little. He didn't give me any resistance. Now his hands were on my skirt with his fingers still on my bare thighs. I rose up a little so I could pull my skirt up a little. His hands moved with my skirt. I looked down and could see my panties. His fingers were so close to touching them. I raised his right hand and put it on my panties.. They had slammed her into a world of degrading,only suicide will erase her memories.Some women will be traded as much as seven to 10 times between pimps.Make no mistake. This is inhuman slavery. The pimps are a****ls, but they are smart. The whole operation is run with a kind of military-style precision that's scarcely believable,some of the women are just outright k**napped. The most light-skinned and white girls will be shipped as far away as Cape Town after been brutilized and gang****d for.