I was sixteen at the time, and, naive. I had just go my license, and had decided to go shopping to celebrate. I was still a virgin, and I didnt have a...boyfriend. Maybe that was why I was still a virgin. I wouldnt consider myself ugly, just average, and I didnt understand why this man was following me to my car. That scared me. I popped the trunk, and put my stuff in. That was when he spoke. Hello. He said, in a voice like satin. I ignored him, hoping that would make him go away. No such luck.. Rub them and Mom will be on my case again about too long in the bathroom. She yawned, slipped on her robe and went back to her bedroom, putting on her Hillary Duff CD to fall asleep to.Wouldn't it be nice to be a rock star? she mused, picturing it in her head. People cheering and waving, bright lights and big cars; beautiful dresses, handsome people all around her, awaiting her beck and call. Ann Marie Kruger would have nothing on Kristie Davenport then!She sneered, thinking about Ann. " I don't quite follow you, Charlie. What does post-traumatic stress have to do with brainwashing slaves?" Bear with me. Eventually another drug in the same family was found, patented under the name 'MemZip24' which could be used to completely suppress any memory by recreating the memory in conscious awareness while the patient was under the influence of the drug. Finally a sister drug called 'MemZip27' was developed which had the interesting property that it could reinforce a memory, or turn a. Lying on her back, one arm relaxed over her head, the other lay across her belly as she slept.Lara was laying on her right as she propped up her head on her left hand, elbow between the big feather pillows, and watched Desiree sleep. Her hair was spilled on the pillow beneath her head. Some of it spread over her right shoulder partially covering her pretty breasts. She was a beautiful woman, her beauty causing Lara to pause, not wanting to wake her. Yet wanting her to hold her once again. Lara.