‘You want to volunteer here? At Haven?’ ‘Yes. I attend NYU. I am actually in my last year…’ ‘And one of your classes requires you to do at...least fifty hours of volunteer work during the semester to guarantee you pass.’ ‘And this place was on the list that my professor passed out and I…’ ‘We don’t need any new volunteers.’ He cut her off curtly. ‘Oh. I…my professor said there could never be too many volunteers.’ ‘Yeah, well, your professor is wrong on that one. We don’t need you here.’ ‘Excuse. " So, if we are going to prevent these girls from having our sons fuck them, we must provide a diversion. A damn good one that we control. Agree?"Sara, Vicki, and Hanna nodded.Karen took a sip of her coffee. She sat back and looked from one to another of the women. She was about to put her reputation on the line. If one of these women was to get up and tell her that under no circumstances would she do what Karen was about to recommend, and then to stomp out and tell others, her days of being an. In fact it had done just the opposite."Poor girl!" thought Tim. "She needs to get away from her house with all its ghastly memories and do something more than just punching a cash register."He studied her more closely as she pored over the menu. Small and dark he had registered when he had met her. She had liquid brown eyes and they showed everything: shyness, anger and even a little laughter. She was painfully thin as was her face. It was not lined as such but showed strain and deprivation. He. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” I told him in a comforting tone. “I know you were watching me in the bedroom,” I added; I was actually turned on by the thought of him watching me. Stephen’s eyes got wide and he said, “No, I didn’t know you were in there!” He looked at my face realizing that I wasn’t buying his story. He sighed and admitted he had been peeping. “I can’t help it, you’re very sexy,” he said shyly. “How long has this been going on?” I asked. “A few months,” he said, sliding back away.