On her finger was a brand new engagement ring."Nell, my sweet!" Steven whisked her off the floor and kissed her. "Tom's a very lucky fellow. How super... Becca will be thrilled." Please don't tell her, Uncle Steven. I want to do it myself." Of course you do, my dear. Not a word, I promise, although Isobel may have let the cat out of the bag by now."Nell shook her head. "I've sworn her to secrecy."Steven gave her another kiss on the nose and put her down."When can we go and see her?" asked Kim."I. I was holding my hands out in the cold October air as we drove, hoping that the raw chill might ease the dull throbbing in my fingers. The pain pills were slowly kicking in, making it so that the sting was bearable, but already, the word ‘bearable’ had gained a whole new meaning for me. The drive home was silent, for my parents were trying to keep back tears, but I was calm. That’s the one good thing about being suicidal: the prospect of your own death actually brings you peace. Now I didn’t. His name was Carter. He was 55, bit chubby, but not to fat. Dark hair (the little he had left) dark eyes, handsome face and the most important, a long thick cock. Our conversation started like most do; hello, what’s your name, what’s your turn ons and offs, etc… We talked and talked and I told him everything about myself. It wasn’t until later that I thought that I might be telling him a bit too much… I don’t know this man; he could be a crazy stalker. That’s when I realized that this was my. "Sorry to upset you Dave. Thank you for giving me a place to sleep," she said.They remained quiet for a few minutes before Dave spoke again."What kind of things?" Pardon?" You said you've done some things on the street when you needed a few dollars to eat." Oh, that. I flashed some men. I allowed men to touch me, feel me, and to see parts of my body for a few bucks. I even gave a few men hand jobs for money but nothing more than that. No fucking and no sucking," she said, "until those three.