I slid into the seat and turned to face him. He was in his sixties and had uneven yellow teeth poking through a grey flecked beard. “Give me the m...ney,” he coldly told me as he held a hand the size of a shovel in front of my face. I fumbled in my purse and handed him the money.“Right, now suck me off.” He laughed as he slipped the cash into a leather pouch and pulled out his semi-erect penis with the other hand. My eyes lit up and my jaw dropped when I saw the size of it – it was. "Can't. They don't have my password," she said. The girls, best friends since grade school, sweaty that humid afternoon, stretched out on beach towels on deck chairs, were discussing "that thing" when Amy, the more precocious and usually first to discover new things to try, had described to Rachel how she had been watching herself fingering on her iPad when it occurred to her that she could record it. Rachel was fascinated. Still a virgin, she loved masturbating. She had done it a few times. .. then feet on the stairs.Jim and Dr. Thompson burst into the room. Dr. Thompson was holding one of those old fashioned physician bags, the ones doctors use to make house calls.Dr. Thompson approached Sarah. He pulled a pen light out of his pocket. He lifted Sarah's eyelids with one hand and waved the light in front of Sarah's eyes.He turned and looked at me. "She seems to be in pain, but not of disabling magnitude. She is still responsive. However, she is far too warm, even with the ice. They have given me the right to make that call. You can come to the foster care complex to argue your case with the family court judge.”“What gives you that right?” he asked in anger.“Building a billion-dollar self-sufficient foster care complex complete with schools, a hospital, dental services, and the top people in their fields working for me. I provide the children and staff with everything, including medical care, clothing, food, and even braces, all at no cost to the government. In some.