”“I don’t think there was anything you could have done to stop it. Was White Horse killed, too?”“I don’t know for sure. I know he was off ...is horse, but they might have left him. I don’t know,” Kyle said.Then the moms were on me about what I’d experienced. When I told about having to turn the baby, Mom Ash left and we heard her throw up in the bathroom across the hall.“You’re right,” Mom Mar said. “You had to do that or you’d both have died. Your baby survived?”“Yeah. Little Kyle.” Oh my god!. My hips swinging and swaying, working my panty covered ass. The whorish click-clack of my six inch spike high heels. My huge 44 triple-D titties bouncing and straining against the flimsy pink lace of my tight hooker’s fluorescent pink tube top. The silky smoothness of my black fish-net stockings. Walking down a concrete sidewalk beside a public street. I thrilled and excited by the street-walker experience. My reverie was broken my the sweep of headlights. I froze in place, glanced over my. Her face was exquisite,her lips sexy, and her body looked like a princess. I was a princess."Well," said Suzy, "are you my bridesmaid?" Yes," I whispered. "I do."And everyone laughed. "That's my line," laughed Suzy, "and keep yourhands of my hubby, Jeff!" We all rolled around in giggles.But there was one hurdle to pass. Our parents. Suzy went downstairs tospeak to them. I heard some loud voices, particularly from Dad and thenmore discussion in lower tones. Suzy came upstairs. "Come on. She was shaking, full of adrenalin and pride, she was free, she was finally free! She didn’t care anymore, from now on, she was thinking for herself, and she was going to do whatever the fuck she wanted to do. Her life as the Rose family kicking bag was over, as far as she was concerned she was nameless. She knew hitch hiking was risky, and she was thankful she brought her pocket knife with her. She was truly a bit nervous, but felt as if she had no other alternative, she had to get home and.