”“Who is this Karen Zakarian?”“Someone who would have been about your age if she lived. How old are you?”“Fifteen.”“A couple years old...r then.”“Is this for a birth certificate?”“And other things. You were born in Houston. Same day and month it turns out, so that will be easy. And you’ll have a social security number. And a Utah ID. The address will be Terry’s Sanctuary, where you’ve been ... taken, shall we say? Terry helped you with the IDs while you stayed there. Presumably so you can start. Lo and behold,I was face to face with the smallest breast ever seen on a mature lady,but her nipple compliments the small boobs,I moved closely to her and sucked her nipple so hard,she grabbed my cork and she screamed,she said please stop I need to see this dick.I laid on my back,she unzipped my jean and brought out my propeller,she screamed again at the sight of my cap,she uttered "please can I suck"......o boy, they don't ask a dog if he wants to eat a bone....I said "enjoy".....she sucked me. There were several other men in the room, four at a small card table and a huge bald man lounging on a dilapidated couch in the corner. A porno movie was playing soundlessly on the television set, an image of a young girl pinned on the bed while two men penetrated her simultaneously. Her heart was pounding. She had never been so scared in her life. The man crouching in front of her (the leader?) continued to regard her silently. Trembling, she avoided his gaze. He had FUCK and YOU! tattooed. It had been a hard year for your family - debt had piled up from a series of medical emergencies that had all three of you busting your asses at work to help pay it off. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, but it hadn't come soon enough to let your mother make your birthday as big of a thing as she wanted to. She had been pretty up front about it. All you were getting was this cake. You were fine with that, of course, but there was a part of you that couldn't help but be.