She toyed with her coffee cup, steeling her nerve. "You can see the punch line coming, can't you?" He nodded, sadly.She looked down at the table as sh... spoke, nearly whispered. "I went to a sorority party one spring night. On my way home, alone, I was raped."The silence stretched between them for a long time. Finally, she brought her head up and looked at him again. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "I was a virgin," was all she said. She returned her gaze to the tabletop."I dropped out and. It would still dripafter sessions like this, pathetic little watery spurts of ejaculate. Hehad watched it wither away, day by day. Half frightened, half elated.Giddy with the process of the transformation she had forced upon him. Shepushed herself up again, one hand returning to push against his back, theother traced a finger across the ink on his thigh. She withdrew the toyjust short of leaving him empty, then left it wavering back and forth inthe entrance of his behind. Slowly at first, then. ”“It’s not your fault,” Liz said. “Ryan came aboard at the same time as the arrangement with the modeling agent was put in place. But I already needed a minder. My late teens and early 20s were not a proud time in my life. I treated everybody with contempt. I mean, shit, in two years I went from being an outcast that people avoided to being one of People Magazine’s 50 Most Beautiful People. I went from having no friends whatsoever to being Number 18 on Time’s Most Influential People list. It. In addition to Amanda and Pamela, the trio had been able to take down three other girls in a witness-free capture and secure them in a fetal position on the back floor of the van. They didnt want to press their luck, however, and when the count reached five, they decided to take their quarry to the dock where their yacht was moored. All 5 girls were attending the College of Charleston, and the yacht was kept in boat storage near Charleston harbor. The guys had learned quickly about the effects.