"Where is she?" Gina screeched. "You have to know where the animal is hiding."Darryl moved to block my path and a rather reluctant looking Tristan sto...d next to him. "You won't pass until you answer the lady," Darryl threatened."Calling Gina a lady is a stretch. She has none of the poise, charm and dignity a lady displays," I replied sharply. "As for your threat to keep me from passing, I have classes today, and I intend to go to them. Now, you just got your arm unbroken, shall we see if I can. Ali is the 18 year-old who took myposition at the nail salon. She is a gorgeous girl--blonde and blue eyedwith a killer body. Most of the people I serve are African American, butAli has an all American girl look. Sort of like in a Polo advertisement.Ali likes to take me shopping with her at the mall. I carry her purse,and she treats me like the assistant that I have become. When we havelunch in the food court, she makes a point of paying because I am notallowed to carry money. It is so. The third girl sat down and the fourth girl got up to start herroutine. Corrina sat in the stands with her pom-poms pressedtightly against her chest, repeating the phrase 'Stop growing!Stop growing!' to herself like a mantra. Corrina's tits weren't listening to her. By the time thefourth girl sat they had ballooned to the size of large g****-fruit, and Corrina's sweater had ridden up past her navel, ex-posing most of her midriff. She tried to pull the fringe ofthe sweater back down, but this. Camille turned, wanting to put distance between them, only to feel his iron grip as he seized her arm. Drawing her to his body, his arm snaked around her waist, holding her fast. ‘Why?’ She snorted, pushing at his chest. ‘Why? Because he loves me. Because he’ll always be there for me. That’s why.’ ‘You didn’t say you love him, though, agapi,’ he whispered, capturing one of her struggling hands in his, holding it to his chest. ‘No one ever loved like we did. Your… What’s his name? Doug? Your.