Although her belly, hips and derriere had plumped into full womanhood, the effect created an hourglass shape rarely extoled by the media. Yet, she had...seen the same image in many Renaissance paintings. ‘Todd exclaims his adoration any time he sees me nude,’ she thought. Yet, her smile quickly turned into an expression of resigned sadness when she wondered how long it had been since they had made love. She looked at her watch and knew he would be at the gym for at least another half hour. Deep. It is. I can feel the hard wad of 50 one hundred dollar bills in my front pocket press against my thigh as we jostle down the highway.The old pickup lopes along, stopping occasionally to pick up another wanderer in the desert and soon we are crammed full. We are nearing the lights of Tucson, but it's still 45 minutes away at the rate we are ambling along.My mind wanders back to what the heck I was doing when I crashed. "Oh, I was thinking about Brooke. Yeah, and, me, and, all that had happened. Five of them arrived to take Martha into custody charged, they said, with running a brothel and with forcing girls to work in it. She was, by this time, resigned to going to jail, perhaps for some years; at least she wasn't just being killed without warning, as the Director had been.Eventually the aircar stopped and she was hauled out of the cell and pulled at a run through some corridors to a bare small room with one door and a light high up in the ceiling. The policebot left, closing the door. “You bitch!” Screamed the girl “You fucking bitch!”The executioner brought the cruel blade up to the helpless girl’s tit.“No!” she pleaded “Please!” The man pressed the cold blade against the girl’s soft tit. Tears streamed down her pretty face and she shook her head violently repeating over and over again “No! Please!”Ignoring the girl’s pathetic pleas the executioner slowly sliced the small tip of her hard nipple away. Blood spurted out from the tiny wound and the girl gave an ear piercing.