Do you know what they would do?"Amy shook her head."They'd throw me in prison. I'd go to prison and you'd go into foster care. You'd end up going from...foster-family to foster-family, and what's more, you'd still be an uncontrolled slut. You'd end up pregnant, diseased. You'd end up on the street giving blowjobs for drugs. You hear me?"She nodded again."Alright then," he finished.When his second cup of coffee was empty, it was time to go. He drove his daughter to school and marveled at what a. " Well, cough it up"Here goes nothing..."we're going to a swingers club"Silence, not a single word passes, until the expected."I don't do swinging, if I've told you once I've told you a million times I woudn't ever consider that. So why the fuck do you think I'd go there?"Taking a deep breath I try to explain what I've gotten planned. "We're not going to swing. I phoned the girl who runs the club and she said we're more than welcome to come along and just mingle and that if we want to just be. My anger starts to rise as he mumbles out my name "Isabelle... Come here." He grabs me at my wrist and pulls me to his body tearing me away from the desk I was frantically grasping onto. "Isabelle... You need to understand the consequences that come with breaking the rules." he takes my other hand and pins it to my wrist, not without me putting up a fight, holding them together with one hand. I take in a deep breath of air ready to cry for help when I feel his free hand cover my mouth pressing. Her tight fitting, light-blue t-shirt showed off her breasts perfectly. They were more than enough for a handful. She was tanned with a gorgeous smile, silky smooth pink lips, and pretty brown eyes that you just could not help but look into. Her curvy hips made her desirable to everyone on campus. She has a body of a supermodel. She turned heads the second she walked by. “Hi! I’m Amy,” she said giving me a gorgeous smile with her hand held out for a handshake. “Hello, I’m Sarah. Nice to meet.