As they ate their dinner, Crystal told Greg about how she was raised in a small town in Montana, and have always longed for the beach and warm weather... Greg stares at her intrigued with every word she says. She stops talking and looks at him. ‘What’s wrong?’ Crystal asks with a puzzled look on her face. ‘Just taking in all your beauty.’ Crystal choked on her drink. ‘ME! My beauty are you sure.’ Greg runs his hand softly down Crystal’s arm. ‘Yes your beauty. Your smile, and soft butterscotch. "Do you mind if I have some extra help to make sure your suit fits?" she asked as she went to the door."No, that's fine," he answered as his heart began to race.She started out the door, but backed back in followed by the woman he remembered from two weeks before. She was holding his suit. The material looked very expensive and he admired it even before he tried it on. "Now, let's get those clothes off so we can work with this suit," one of them said as they started to undress him. They did all. “This car cost about 35,000 new, we’re selling it for 31,000. It has a lot more options than the Taurus.”“I think I’ve seen a commercial on TV for this car. It showed this car then a man sliding his hand up under a woman’s dress. Then it showed him kissing her neck and she had her leg wrapped around his waist and kissing against the car. He moved his hand from her waist down to the hood of the car to take her keys. She stopped him saying, ‘You might have the girl, but you don’t get the car,’”. No I've never been raped but I feared it, thought men would hurt me, saw inside my soul that any man or boy could just ask and I'd be their slut. Hating myself, wanting to be like the popular girls, the pretty ones and knowing they boys would one day know, know what I needed and they start raping me, I'd be blowing lines of men and boys, playing the whore. Fearing I'd be molested and fearing more I wouldn't be. Then Samantha told me her solution, it works she is free now, free to love you, free.