Chapter One.Where to start my tale, I suppose I'd better introduce my self. I amSimon Dervish now known as Jackline; I was a rather successfulbusiness...an now I struggle to make sense of the world around me.Everything is on a much larger scale and doing things for myself ishard. The other thing is don't get me started on the education systemand its treatment of special children.Chapter one: thorns.I sat in the bar, as was my usual habit on a Friday evening, the weekhad been a hard one. I relaxed. “What?” Oliver asked, clearly flustered “who, when, why?”. Mia shrugged “whoever I want, whenever I get a chance and because I have needs, just like you men”. “Wait” Conner said “how come you didn’t tell us?” he asked. “And why” he continued turning to look at Oliver “don’t we know about this? Surely we should have noticed you sneaking out to have sex?” Mia shrugged “why would I tell you? As I said before, it’s none of your business and I figured you’d be stupid about it, like you are. She couldn't believe that she felt like this. How could she feel excited about a stranger who could maybe want to touch her body? Especially because it would happen in plain sight of whoever could drive through this street.Melinda had also noticed this guy, of course, and she wondered why Sandra didn't turn around to get away from him. For some reason, she had the distinct feeling that this guy wanted to do more than just look at them. A shiver went through her body, when she imagined how he. Let me ask you something: Did the other girls who were in here earlier ask me my name?’ ‘No.’ ‘No, they did not, and I doubt they care. They get to ride a big cock for a few hours, then go to sleep without a second thought. And I doubt I’m the first one either, huh?’ Monica nodded in the negative, still avoiding looking me in the eye. ‘Whether you believe it or not…’ I paused to tilt her face towards mine. She had some pretty eyes. Everything about this woman was beautiful, and I found myself.