I sometimes wondered if she had a book on sex and we were going through the chapters. I’m certain that there is nothing we didn’t do sexually that...summer short of the really bizarre. We did it inside and outside, we explored her sexual fantasies and the girl had a fertile imagination. We had just arrived back at my place after class. ‘Wait here! I’ve got something I want to show you,’ she said one day a couple of weeks before the end of the term. There was a knock at the door a few minutes. “Where are the girls being kept?”“There are a series of rooms through a door by the stage. There’s a large holding room, basically some benches and a commode for the more seasoned girls, and individual rooms for girls to be trained for selling. The girls you’re asking about were sometimes in with us, and sometimes taken out on their own, I’d guess to the training rooms, but once they leave, I have no idea. Before you get any ideas, there are more guards back there, in addition to what you saw. I’m staying. I don’t know if they will let you go back or not. I was under the impression we had two years to decide and return to the town we arrived in if we wanted to return to our own earth. How long have you been here?”“Almost four years. My husband that come with me died after we had been here short of three years. We had decided to stay so didn’t go to our drop point when the two years were up. I was just barely getting by when Harold came along and we got married several months ago.. With the two guys from yesterday, she had fucked exactly one-hundred guys. It didn't help when the first thing her eyes focused on was her birthday balloon in the corner, starting to shrivel and droop, but the "Happy 14th Birthday" was still obvious.It wasn't intentional, but she was addicted to sex, her body craved it. Place her around a guy or guys, and somehow the situation always turned to sex. She was lucky that she hadn't caught anything, yet. As far a pregnancy, her mom had put her on.