You: and worseStranger: Lets rp can I choose the scene?You: yesStranger: I'm walking home from school u pull up next to me and ask if I need a ride I ...ay yea and get in but you don't take me homeStranger: That?You: yesYou: i'd drive u up into the hillsStranger: Who starts?You: do i have a taser or just force?Stranger: forceYou: forced into the back of my vanYou: and then taken to the woodsStranger: "Please let me go" I beg u getting scaredYou: i slap your face hard, hard enough to stun you. When her number was called she stumbled up on the stage and stood there in the bright lights, blinking, looking around, wondering what was going on.She sold for $2200, not bad, in fact one of the best prices of the evening they told me. The Hall took their ten percent, and I was rid of my mistake.I stuck the money in my pocket and drove down the road to the hell-and-brimestone church where they sold and rented young girls, run-aways and abandoned kids, homeless for whatever reasons. I had. " Sweetie, this is my job, and I love it. Underpaid? I don't do it for the money. Sure there are some kids I sometimes wonder why I try..." Like Horace," I couldn't help respond.She sighed from the depths of her soul. "Like Horace! But you more than make up for the Horaces of the world."Then I thought of Maria and my mood plunged again. I could see she sensed it."Do you think I'm crazy? Bi-polar?" What?" You know, like what they used to call it, manic-depressive?"She laughed, then sobered up. His hands roamed from my arms to my chest, grabbing my breast through my top. I breathed in a deep breath, my eyes closing and head tilting back enjoying the feel of him rubbing my breast. His right hand moved down my body, his fingers lifting my top, grazing my stomach and then my hip sending a shiver through my body, the very tips of his fingers finding my spine, walking his fingers up every vertebrae, lingering at the very top. He slipped his hand around my neck, supporting my head, I tilted.