Her innocence was intoxicating. Her virginity mesmerizing. Her fascination, fascinating. She looked back up at me. I shook my head. It said, ‘Yes’...as I smiled at her. Gradually, lost in the enchantment of naked manhood, she knelt down in front of me. There, eye-to-eye with her quarry, she handled it gently, studying it, toying with it before slowly mouthing it. The saltiness that mowing and bicycling had emitted didn’t put her off. She merely tongued it and tasted it before engulfing it like. Five minutes later after Greggie had scrubbed his face, reapplied hismakeup and changed into a yellow sundress, he looked stunning. "Wheredo you live?" Stevie asked him. "Tucker Village," Greggie replied.Tucker Village! That was the seediest men's apartment complex in Miami.For years men's groups had pleaded with local politicians to dosomething about the violence in that part of town. A few paid lipservice to them, but nothing had changed. And why should it? Mostpoliticians had little. There she asked about some personal lubricant and the manager handed her a pair of tubes, one for him and one for her. Mom had seen them advertised but had not tried them herself. Then she asked the manage for another set and told him to add it to her bill. He had a big smile on his face and he too had a big lump in his pants. Mom told Virginia that she had always had that effect on men but that Virginia could get them harder faster.Virginia confided in mom that she dressed the way she did at. The other end was plugged into the wall."Now, whore, you're going to tell me where that disc is!" No, I don't know I tell you!" she cried as he brought the bare ends of wire closer to her."Last chance Rhonda. Tell me or you won't like what a hundred and twenty volts of electricity can do to you." No, please!" she cried as he placed the wires on each side of her left breast.The pain was mind boggling as the electricity surged through her breast. Rhonda screamed hysterically, struggling, to no.