I thinkshe's cool about it. She even told them that she thinks of me as alittle sister she never had." Tommi's voice dropped to a near-whisper."I kn...w how she feels. For the first time, I felt like I have a littlesister in Sara. And then I had to leave her there with Ma and Liz."She shook her head as her eyes misted. "Why? Why can't they acceptme?"Rachel closed her eyes, shaking her head sadly. "I don't know." Shesighed. "This happens a lot." She gazed evenly at Tommi. "We talkeda. The relationship with Hank went on for almost a year. Jasmin spent a lot of time at his apartment but would always go back home to the suburbs and her parents to sleep. She wasn’t prepared to have them discover that she was in a relationship and made up bullshit excuses about spending time with girlfriends. In fact Hank was tying her up, beating her butt and screwing her brains out. The End of HankJasmin found that she and Hank were falling into a rut. He lacked the initiative to change things. She teased and played with the rock hard nipples, stroked the soaking lips of her mound. Already she felt waves of relieving pleasure flood over and through her, it made her greedy for more. But she stopped. Something wasn’t right. She had played with herself many, many times, often to great pleasurable success. But it was different somehow. This time she knew it wouldn’t satisfy, no matter how many times she made herself come. Bitter tears came to her eyes and she wiped them hurriedly. There. Everyone was “Bob” to these people, even the women working for them. It had something to do with preserving anonymity but it was damn confusing. The Bob in front looked back at Lana. “Status Report, Bob.”She steeled herself and spoke slowly. “Due to incorrect assumptions made --”“Don’t tell me fucking ‘why’ Bob, tell me fucking ‘what.’”Lana started over. “The dog has left the kennel.”“Bob,” said the one in charge, turning again to his compatriot, “our vetting process appears to be in need of.