"Good stuff'd be wasted on me. Nay lass, it's part of what I want to talk about, how I look an' that." He brooded and then continued in what was now h...s normal voice."I don't think I'd model clothes for Tony now. Elizabeth kept a portfolio of those photos, you know. " He gestured to the bookcase behind him. "Every single one. I never knew. It makes me feel quite ashamed of the clothes I wear now. Tony could make any man feel like Paris and any woman like Helen. I'm surprised that you never sent. He proceeded to yank on my dress, tearing it open and finally getting it off me as I raised my arms up. He spun me around, facing him, "You like being a fuckin' whore?" he asked me. When I didn't answered he slapped my face hard several times as I reeled back in pain, "Please" I begged "Answer me whore" he demanded as he slapped me some more. "Yes, yes I like being a fuckin' whore" I answered back as he grabbed my hair, "Get on your knees whore" he ordered and I rose up to my knees as he undid. As I thought about Fiona warm feelings started to runthrough me, we have been friends for years but lately I've been hopingthat we would develop into something more.The bus pulled up shaking me out of my reverie; I followed the otherstudents on to the bus. Being the last one to get on I hesitated,nervous. "You coming kid or what?" the bus driver asked, I nodded took adeep breath and got on. As I climbed up the steps into the bus I got acouple of wolf whistles from the students at the back, I. I wasn’t sure where the girl was because Jim approached Michael and me by himself while we were sitting out a song that we didn’t feel like dancing to.“So, enjoying the dance, Mike?” Jim said without even looking at me. It pissed me off that my own brother wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence.“Yeah, we’re having a great time,” Mike responded.“So, where’s the tart that you’re here with?” I said saucily.Jim shot me a dirty look. “In the bathroom, I think.” He paused while appraising my dress..