It was an inscription, four letters carved in bold capital letters so small that it was a fluke that he’d noticed it at all. It read ‘YAGS’, or ...t least that’s what it looked like. Weird. He shrugged and tried putting it on his right middle finger. It fit perfectly. Darren held his hand up to see how it looked. He wasn’t really much of a person for jewellery or rings or anything, but he had to admit that this ring looked good. It wasn’t too showy, or elaborate, just a little bit of distinction.. Bye,dear.??Ok. Bye, Mrs Rooney.??We?re getting our pictures taken, too?? Beth was suddenly much moreenthused. A real photo session? That was pretty cool. She?d actuallyhad her senior year book picture taken by an artsy classmate. It wouldbe cool to have a real portrait with her friends.?Looks like it!??That?s awesome. Come on. I?ll buy you a latte and a biscotti tocelebrate.They picked Paul up when he was done and then headed to Alison?s salon.Paul seemed very excited for the events of the next. He spun her around to face him and began to paw at her tits as they jutted invitingly over the skimpy pushup bra."Melons, huh?" he grunted, a stupid grin on his face. His breath smelled of beer."P-please..." Ashley began to whimper in fright. All Sharon's instructions about how she was to behave... all the warnings about blackmail and pictures fled from her mind. All that mattered was getting away from this nightmare.The lineman moved one hand down and began to scratch roughly at her crotch.. Only Greg, one of the four who shared a ride downtown, was left in the car with Jim. It was widely accepted that Jim had the worst car of the carpoolers. It was small, cheap, and old. Greg said, “You should trade this in and lease a new one. You can get a much better car for the same amount of money.”“I’m going to keep this one for another couple of years. A car is a way to get from point A to point B,” Jim said, “I don’t care what it looks like.”“You’re just cheap,” Greg said. He knew that Jim.