I was concerned lest she turn to a whore’s last solace — the needle. Many would have said that our lifestyle was wild and licentious, and by conte...porary standards, I would have agreed. But we had never fooled with drugs. This had more to do with common sense than morals, frankly, I was afraid of them. I had had a tough enough time giving up tobacco. I honestly couldn’t imagine what it must be like trying to get a cocaine habit off my back. But many girls `in the life’ do turn to drugs. And now. I ached all over, especially in my ass and groin, and couldn't suppresswincing as I worked to get my arms back in front of me. I continued myduties after eating and remembering to lock my gag back in. Cassia camehome shortly after. When she saw the welts on my body, she asked me if Imisbehaved myself with Mistress Donna, instructing me to be truthful.I shook my head. I couldn't think of anything I did wrong, not thatMistress Donna would it see that way.Cassia gave me a truly warm smile, and. Scarlett? Why are you dressed like that? Hey, not that I am complaining though. You should go on Missions like that. But then if you did that, there would be no need for lil ole Betsy over here. Duke chuckled holding up the revolver for Scarlet and Cover Girl to see. Scarlett ignored the gesture, but Cover Girl did look at it, it was an amazing gun&hellip, Even at this moment, she became a little envious of the gun. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because Duke couldnt keep his eyes off Scarlett! . She didn’t wait. Turning her back on the men she started walking. Head down. The tapping of her high heels on the wet pavement faster and faster. Stumbling as she gasped. Behind her the catcalls came. Growing nearer all the time. ‘WHOO HOO’.‘HEY BABY’.In her time Carol had taken plenty of such banter. Though none had ever scared her as much. Perhaps it was the fear. The tone or the foreign sound to the men’s accents. The fact that she was alone and lost. Her breathing heavy as she strode on..