“My mom decides who I date, sir!” I told Jack coldly. He had his chance to have me earlier and now it was up to the highest bidder. I knew he woul...n’t have the cash to outbid any of them. There were a lot of really nice looking, older men that were interested in me.It was a very surreal feeling to have no control over who was going to take me home that night. It was the first time I felt like I was being auctioned off and strangely instead of making me feel like powerless cattle I felt like. I decided at that moment to approach her, damn the consequences and the damned fear I felt.I asked her if she would like to dance, she said yes. We danced and we talked. She wondered why no one had approached her. I offered my answer, fear. She asked if I thought she scared people. I had to explain, they would all have loved to ask her to dance, but they couldn't bring themselves to ask because had she turned them down, they would have been crushed. Any other rejection was easy to deal with. No, I couldn’t see his face through the dark windshield. His profile wasn’t that distinctive anyway. There wasn’t a silhouette of a shotgun. But nevertheless I knew. I just knew.I’d had that itchy feeling a few blocks back when I turned left off Broadway onto 12th Street. Heading west, heading to the stockyards, to my office in the Livestock Exchange Building. It was 9 in the morning.The black pickup caught my eye because it turned left on 12th a few cars behind me just as the light changed. My legs were weak and I was shaking, as I sat on the edge of my bed, I ached and when I slipped my hand between my legs, I don’t think I had ever been so wet.I got up and slipped off my bathrobe and walked to my full length mirror on the door and studied my naked form, it excited me, and even more, knowing Joe was hard for me, so I went back and lay naked on top of the duvet, and started to masturbate, hoping Joe would walk in and catch me.No, that was not true, I was still a girl and.