Jones and he talked you into becoming a prostitute. I have just purchased your freedom for you. You no longer have to have sex for money. You can get ...p and leave, free and clear, and Mr. Jones will not force you to do anything. In fact, Mr. Jones does not even remember you. You saw that he sold you. He had plans to addict you to several drugs. He never cared for you, although I know that he pretended to just long enough to get you to sell your body for him. I do worry, though, where you might. ? I said. Starting to feel a little irritated at being treated like a child. Then something happened that I would never have expected and will never forget. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the men’s locker room. ?If you’re going to behave like a little brat, then I am going to treat you like one?. He sat down on the bench and pulled me over his lap like a little girl. I was suddenly aware of his size as he was so much larger than I was that my feet came up off the floor and my ass. Moira sat drinking in the evening air before suddenly turning to face me. This moment would not pass. I leaned into her with my fingertips grazing her bare arms. Our lips met like melting wax with our tongues lightly exploring one another. The kissing continued until we were like teenagers at the drive-in. As I continued to snake my tongue in and out of her mouth, my fingers moved down her arm and began to circle toward her breast. Her breathing resumed the rhythmic pattern I first noticed on. " "W-what?" Amy said incredulously. "That's right. I have spoken to my attorney as well as to Mr. Atwell, the attorney in your case. I have also conferred with the judge in this case and the prison warden. We have made this contract in order to give you one more opportunity to make a bad situation better. If you agree to the terms of this Contract and sign it, you will be a free woman once again," he said, pushing the paper in front of Amy, "free at least from here." Amy looked down at the.