"Your accent ... where is your family from?" Sarajevo. We left when fighting started. After Olympics, we thought everything would be better but ... no... so. Old hatreds, old enemies, friends turn their backs over nothing. It was bad. Papa sold everything and we move to Canada. It was better. I go to French school, and then Agency wants me to be model." How old were you?" I asked, fascinated by her story."Fifteen. I was tall for girls in my class. I was lucky. They don't treat me badly. I work. .. what the fuck do I do with a pimp I beat unconscious! Fucking brilliant plan! Let's go!" No," Abby said calmly."What?" I turned towards her."No!" Abby looked away from me to the other two girls. Her eyes drilled Adriana. "NO!"We watched Abby take off her top then her bra. God, those tits!!! She pulled her white shorts down and stepped out of them. Holding eye contact with me, she pulled a ridiculously tiny pair of panties down her legs. She stood in the middle of the alley mouth with her. As Laura looked over the bookcase she found that there were several current novels, but there was also a very large collection of BDSM books. DeSade, some Victorian stuff, a lot of current books by people she had never heard of, and, on one shelf, she saw a copy of "The Story of O". Since discovering this new world, Laura had come across references to this book several times. "This might be a good time to see what it's all about," she thought, and picked up the copy. She then joined the others. That will definitely take you there.’ ‘Hm? 22 and 21? How long of a wait for them?’ He didn’t stop smiling, he was very comfortable and I think enjoying making me squirm a little. I was enjoying his enjoyment. ‘T-twenty two should be at the mall before us. Just hop on it and ride it back around through West Fargo.’ His smile grew and he lowered his voice and moved closer to me. His shoulder brushed mine, I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach I wanted him so badly. ‘I won’t bite. You.