"If there's one thing that I've learned in my many years of watching my students struggle to find themselves, Sabrina, it's that young women like you ...re too sweet for guys your own age," Jasmine explained, handing me my second drink.I laughed, "I've been with some older men too; they're even worse." Oh my dear," she smiled, standing directly in front of me. "I wasn't implying older men."My eyes went big as the implications of her words dawned on me and as she placed both of her soft hands on. “Too dance Aubrie” he told her taking a couple steps.“What? Dancing already?” Aubrie said as he nodded his head, getting her close to his body to get through the crowd. “No! I can’t” She shook her head frantically.“You will be fine” Zaire assured her as they found a spot to dance. He put Aubrie in front of him and began to grind on her holding her hips. She bit her lip and looked around.“It’ okay. Dance with me baby” He cooed in her ear while he kept grinding on her behind. Aubrie began to. " I'm kinda partial to the '1812 Overture' and 'The Nutcracker', myself," I replied.Missy smiled. "I didn't know you liked classical music, John." I like a lot of different kinds of music." I figured you for a Sinatra fan the way you dance," Jackie said, finally giving me a short, but genuine smile.Gail didn't join in, but neither did she make a scene, and the rest of the lunch conversation went well. As if by mutual agreement, we kept the topics of conversation firmly on the safe side, but the. Not much of real military value was found, but our next objective was clear—a concentration camp north of Marietta. I looked like the head boss of Atlanta was an enthusiastic fan of torture, and his wife was a real aficionado of torture of males. The thing is, it wasn't men, but young boys who were the primary target of her sadism. We found a file with literally thousands of photos, carefully dated and annotated, showing the woman, herself, affixing a piano wire loop to the scrotum of a boy who.