They bore holes right through me as if he was seeing deep in my soul. I instantly blushed and looked at the mirror behind the bar trying to regain my ...omposure. ‘I’m sorry, just got some things on my mind is all.’ He said a few minutes later. I turned slightly to look at him. He was smiling slightly and it gave me a sense that he was being honest. ‘My name is Samantha, how about you?’ I asked as I extended my hand to offer a hand shake. His hand reached out for mine and as soon as we touched it. .. A girl gets a bit of stature and they break her down by using her agency to send her off to 'Gangland Slayings' or 'Ten Black Poles in a Little Brown Hole.' They send them to 'Bitch Battles' or to 'Teen Reeducation.' You can almost track a girl's career depending upon which agency signed her. Elite sends them to 'Daddy's Little Fuckhole, ' 'Teen Potty Mouths' and 'Poles in a Hole.' Live Angels sends them to 'Bitch Battles' and 'Gangland Slayings.' Premier sends their girls to 'Teen. I followed after a couple of minutes making sure that we are safe. I bolted the door and she immediately hugged me tight from behind. She was trembling with fear and excitement.I turned to her and hugged her and kissed her forehead and waited till she regained her composure. After a couple of minutes she started to breathe heavily and hot air was tickling my chest. I understood she is ok now and tried to look into her eyes. By then she had removed her scarf and was blushing. I took her face in. Mark, however, had not disclosed hissecret for fear of losing Cynthia."I am sorry. I should have told you from before. I ..." Mark tried tosay, but was interrupted."I don't want to hear anything. You lied to me. You kept this from me.How could you?" Cynthia cried."I ... I am sorry," Mark said.There was nothing else to be said."Mark, why don't you go for a walk? Let's cool down, right?" Sharonsuggested.Mark could only nod. He collected his clothes and left. He stood onthe porch for a good ten.