"* * * * *Even when she saw the photos, at first Vicky refused to believe that itwasScott. "It can't be. You're taller and heavier than me, you coul...n'thave possibly put on those clothes, let alone made yourself up to lookjust like me. You must have found some society page photo of me in thatoutfit." You yourself picked that out, and I'm sure you chose something thatyou'venever had a picture of yourself taken in, right?" Vicky nodded. "So, Icouldn't have done that." How *did* you do it?". She looked at her watch and was startled at the digital numbers that read that it was 8:15 a.m. ‘Oh, my goodness. I don’t have time to think about anything heavy. I’ve got to go to work.’ She hurried out of her apartment, managed to survive the brutal morning traffic, and she arrived at the Museum of the Renaissance at 8:45. She strode into her office and was greeted by Linda, her secretary. Sabrina smiled at the elderly woman. ‘Hello, Linda. Are there any messages for me this morning?’ Linda. My brother just sold you. Your only purpose tonight will be to stay high and take cocks. You will allow any man we send into your room to do whatever they want to you. You are a piece of fuck meat. They led me back to a bed room and taught me how to be a good whore. After an hour or so when they had given me several loads I noticed new men cumming in quite frequently snorting coke then fucking me. I felt so cheap and used. I was in heaven. I ended up taking men for over 12 hours. 
The next day. I was also put on the watch roster. This rotates though the men and the older boys with each man expected to have duty every other week. I was told that we should be aware that while they expected no attacks by the Indians on the train, we should expect them to try their best to steal anything they could. We were asked to be willing to give up small items to pay for our passage through the Indian tribal lands. One man asked why we didn't just shoot them if they tried something. The wagon master.