Some nights she was fucked and or beaten by a dozen men or more. The normal sized whores were rarely beaten; it was just something about her size.Once...in a while she would be transported in a van to a rich man?s home; that was better since only one man would fuck or beat her.One evening she was brought into her pimp?s office and watched while a man made a deal handing him a thick envelope. She couldn?t see the top of the desk where her pimp emptied the envelope but he spent a long time counting. In the exact place my father ate his food. Oh boy that would be awkward sitting at the table and watching my father eating there everyday. Then again my Grandfather did take my virginity on his table on the spot he ate. So I guess I’ve been through this before. But that was kind of different.Softly my lover said, “That’s not exactly true. You may have been identical at one time, but throughout the years you’ve both changed. You have the cutest little dimples when you smile. Your eyebrows curve. I dont think it would be very professional of me. No one has to know, heres my number incase you change your mind he reached down in his pocket, and handed me a business card, and with that, he left. One of my co-workers, Sally came over. Shit, did I just see right. Did Nick Douglas just give you his number?? Yes&hellip,why? The guy is stinkin rich Kara. Havent you heard of Douglas Enterprises? Thats his company. He can get whoever he wants, and hes been eyeing you down for weeks. Damn, Ive. And a decidedly lustful grin. "I can think of a few." Me too. But besides that. You don't have a bicycle?" Me? No." You've ridden a bicycle, huh?" Of course." I have a bike. You need one? We could ride together." Where do you have a bike? I've never seen it." In the storage locker. Up the road." You have a storage locker?" Yeah, baby. I can't keep EVERYTHING in that trailer. It's stuff I didn't leave back home because I knew I'd need it. I have a bike. Some camping gear. Cold weather clothes..