And you’ll be owned for the rest of your life. I mean, well, it can’t be helped, can it? You are a male, after all.? She paused for a while ...nd then asked, ?Any idea where you will end up?? ?No, Ms Jensen. No one does.? Suddenly the young male started to cry. She let him suffer for a while, enjoying the scene, knowing that the young male was scared out of his mind. ?Some males end up working in the mines or on the ships. Some end up being bought by a company. And then. Still grinning wide - but eager to hide her undies from public scrutiny - she turns right at the top, dashing through her door with a silvery laugh. Her second scene, which appears later in the commercial, takes place in her bedroom. Dancing before her full-length mirror - brush in one hand, blow drier in the other - she allows the camera a generous view of her nubile young body: her lean, slender legs and shapely round bottom; her curvaceous hips; tiny, waspish waist and perfectly sculpted. I don’t know how to start so I’m just going to lay it out and be honest--I’ve got to have you. The moment I saw you I knew I just had to have you inside me. Here’s my number . . . you won’t be sorry you did, I promise. And please, whatever you do, don’t tell my uncle. He’d kill me.” I smiled. I knew who she was all right. I’d gone with my partner to his family picnic while we were on duty; we’re cops. We got fed well, plenty of tasty food. I stood out in the crowd since I was the only white guy. “And, if I have any say in this at all, I think that their motives, their motives these days, most definitely need to be considered.”“Honey, without you this could not happen. And, you do have a say in all of this. Like you say, it is us now not just me. I need your input, and I trust it more than my own.” I said.“Well thank you for that,” she said. “And, I know seeing her again is going to make things hard for you, but I’m a pretty damn good substitute for her believe it.”I looked her straight.