"It's my mother, she is so controlling, she can't accept my decision to attend public school, she keeps wanting me to stay with this private catholic ...chool, I won't do it!" Bridget exclaimed with a tone of defiance. Mike smiled, listening to Bridget's ranting as the car approached the private school where Bridget had been taught since the 7th grade. "I swear someday I will teach her a lesson, she can't control me forever, I am practically a grown woman" Bridget steamed, in her now trademark. It all started around Saturday night when word had started to spread that numerous celebrity stolen camera iCloud accounts would be posted for everyone to see. Needless to say what was once a happy time in my life has turn into an utter hell?Finding out that not only was my iCloud one of those that was hacked into, but that deleted photos sent to boyfriends, girlfriends and lovers were being given away to the public absolutely disguised me. I understand it is partially my fault for this ordeal. I looked at her and she has a big smile on her face. She continued to stroke me and I was feeling pretty good my now. It was nearing the time for the auction to be over and she was still stroking me. I told her she better stop or I would have a mess in my pants, she just smiled. Well, the auction finished and I stood up to start getting her purchases ready to take to the cars. As I started to move I tripped and fell against Jean and grabbed her breast as a fell over her. She squealed and I got. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. Call girl, Angel, believes theres nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind? Chapter Thirteen: Regrets Stay in the car, Rich ordered the girls as he got.