When I stood up to get it I noticed Kelly’s hand was on Ben’s thigh and it was about a hand-width closer to his cock than his knee. I also noticed...him touching Kelly’s thigh as they laughed about something.Kelly covered her lap with the blanket and discreetly slipped some of it over Ben’s lap. I honestly was exhausted. I closed up my book and shut off the reading light. The next closest reading light was about three rows up. I didn’t notice it at first, but once I tuned in, I realized that. It is for prostitution. I didn’t have Dara when I was 18, I had her when I was 14. I am not 40, I am 36. My father raped me on my 14th birthday. He had some of his friends over for my party and they had me too, so I ran away the next morning.”“I ran to nearby town and was raped the first night. I was raped repeatedly by many men. I have no idea who Dara’s father is. In order to feed her I had to turn tricks. As a 14 year old, I was in demand. When I was caught by the police, they didn’t know. I tell him I could kiss him for hours, how his kisses made me wet and tingly and that I wish we had more time together. We won’t see each other again this trip because I am going home tomorrow. Settling in on the living room couch, I put on some CD’s I bought. I turn the music up loud, so I can feel it flow inside me. I am feeling sad, missing Paul already. Knowing I won’t see him for several months. I close my eyes and remember his kisses, his tongue deep in my mouth, the hardness of him. I left the room and slowly made my way down the hall to a closed door,which I assumed must be the study. The door was closed. I knocked."prosz? czeka?" said the voice inside.Oh shit. I had no idea what that meant. I didn't know any Polish.None. Zip. I could only assume it meant come in. I opened the door.The man inside was sat at a desk but look flushed and was fumbling withhis trouser buttons under the desk."What are you doing? I asked you to wait!" he said angrily. "Nie m?wiszpo.