I could already hear the voice from my mother. “Don’t get too hungry. You won’t be able to control yourself.” I looked away, and started towar...s my closet. With no shame, and completely nude I walked through the hallway, past my room and into my walk in closet. Through the full-length mirror I could see every feminine yet toned curves throughout my body: long lean legs, leading up to a firm, round bottom, and perky breasts. I was attractive enough, as I should be. I looked no older than. My name was Cynthia and my sisters were Kendra and Willow. Wewere all part of the Pope family before the incident.We spent two years in our new identities before the Boston PD hadenough evidence to put these men away. All it required was mytestimony. I proudly took the stand, and pointed the two men out as thearsonists from that day. The son of of one of the fallen officersidentified them as the killers of his father, and between ourtestimonies, the two men were put away for life.The U.S.. He grieved for a full month and then decided to add a little spice to his convention riddled life.Arthur became a collector.His was not a typical collection such as butterflies, stamps or even books of a rare and expensive edition. No, Arthur's collection was more visceral and laced with depraved hidden desires. Arthur collected young virgins and used them for his pleasure.His prey was in the teeming masses of happy immigrant families with young daughters of age 18 who searched for employment. " I said with a laugh.She looked at me and the shy expression was back on her face,"I once saw a group of people demonstrate their Tai Chi exercises they looked so graceful I wished I could learn to do that. But I am not very good with people around me. I get all tongue tied and I am afraid to say anything."I grinned, "You seem to be managing fine with me," I said. "I would never have guessed that you were as shy as that."She looked surprised and then said, "I have, haven't I, but now you have.