Her face was calm and restful. Staring at her as she slept; Taylor thought back to how she looked in that gray, smoky concrete hallway, two days ago.W...en he’d returned to her, Whitaker was in bad shape. Her skin had gone ghost white, and she was sweating profusely, lying in a pool of her own blood. She had only briefly opened her eyes when he’d gotten to her, and started basic first aid while they waited for the paramedics.She was clearly in shock and strangely smiled up at him, although her. I'm a little bit proud of myself."Get up." I tell her. She involuntarily jumps at the sound of my voice. Years of training can't stop her from reacting to the things I've just done to her. Yes, I am proud of myself.Baby gets out of bed, standing at the end while waiting further instruction."Dance for me. And touch yourself." I tell her, not really watching. I can tell she swings her hips, tender as they are. I think she's caressing her breasts with her free hand. All the while she cries.I lay. After a while we squirmed back from the edge. The plan was to go to Jodie's room and talk. The party was, quite frankly, getting boring. Couples were still doing it, but we'd seen all we really wanted to see. We ran into a problem, t hough. See, we weren't supposed to be there. But to get to Jodie's room we'd have to pass her parents' bedroom, and there were at least two couples on the bed going at it. We watched for a minute or so. There was a woman on the bottom and some guy was putting it to. We took a long bath together, enjoyed some wine and a conversation while feeling each other up in the tub. I learned that she was younger than I even had thought. A mere twenty. She was from the Ukraine and told me a bit about herself, her home and her hopes for a comfortable living in the west. "You know, I'm young, I enjoy sex, so why not use it as means to an end? But speaking of sex, how do you want me and how soon?" She threw me a smile and although I already had said what I wanted.