“Don’t I get a wig,” I questioned softly.“Oh heavens no Sally. How could you ever be a real girl with a wig? You’re getting extensions and a...perm angel. Nothing but the best for my baby doll.”Now I was getting really, really anxious and as the bleach started to burn my scalp I focused instead on my toes. Already, with no polish on them, they were much more girlish looking. Expertly manicured and lotioned. Then, just as Cuzzie started applying the purple polish my neck was forced back as my hair. Then his big hands firmly swept down my sides, grabbing the bottom hem of my sweater and tugging it up. My hands went above my head, to let him take it all the way off, but he only pulled it up over my head, leaving my arms trapped in the tangled sleeves. “Keep your hands up” I was told, making me squirm. Slowly his hands came around the front of my body, his finger tips tickling over my ribs, making me squirm. As he unlatched the front closure of my lacy black bra, I could feel my nipples. "Thanks, sis!"Denise smiled and waved until they were back on the road again headed toward their small apartment in Schenectady.Finally when she felt Lola's presence had worn off sufficiently, Denise spoke. "Say, Rudy, how come Andy's the only one who can talk to this guy, Foster?" I can't figure it. For all I know Andy's been bad mouthing me. I can't say he acts like I'm his candidate for man of the year whenever he sees me!" Well, listen Rudy, why don't you let me go over and talk to Andy.. The word got around in certain circles and she got a request from an unexpected boy after school one day. She was busy later but, had enough time if they could figure out where to go. He had a car so they drove to a park access road off the highway. No one was around right after school and she went home again. In a few weeks she made some serious money. School was almost out and she was graduating at age 18. She found a job in a city office and kept her side business, with the rich boys. Then.