" All three girls stared at the box."You think it's a TV?" Corinne asked. It was the right size for a TV. Would be the right size for an old-style TV,...anyway. New TV sets came in boxes that were long and slim."I don't know," Janet repeated. "Let's go upstairs."Passing the box, which was just a plain brown cardboard box with no markings, Corinne and Maggie followed Janet toward the stairs. Maggie kept looking over her shoulder as they climbed, not liking the box. She didn't like that it had no. Curiosity got the better of me, “Tell me, how did you get to be such a dirty little slut anyway, in school you always talked about abstinence?”“Well Darren-““Call me master” I corrected her along with a light slap on the face.“Well master, I was at a party with a few friends during the summer right after high school and no one told me the punch bowl was spiked. I drank a lot of punch that night and before I knew it I was getting my pussy eaten by some guy I didn’t even know his name. Ever. No one'll be here anyway."***Driving back home from the gig in Joey's van, Vincent sat deep in thoughtlooking out of the window as the lights on the motorway ticked by. Therain had lifted and the night was now crisp, clear and cold. On the wayback to Barking they'd dropped Adam off at the apartment he shared withhis girlfriend, who to Vincent and Joey's immense jealousy, was apoledancer in a local "gentlemen's venue".The gig had been another in a series of pointless, poorly attended wastesof. Her hair is long and straight, coming half-way down her back, mostly blonde but the roots are dark at the centre parting. She’s not the prettiest girl we’ve had on the show – her features just a little harsh, and wearing a little too much make-up ... But by the standards of the woman in the street – she rates well.We hear her introduce herself in voice-over, her accent northern but well-spoken. “Hello ... I’m Mariah Hibbitt, I’m 21 years old, and I’m from Bury ... And I suppose you could say.