The island went by the name of Îlet de la Grotte, or in Antillean Creole, Island of the Cave. On the shore you could see a small gathering of people....The closer you got the more it became clear it was some type of ceremony. Eric and Cass were standing just off the beach of the island they now called home. Their friends had been there visiting for the past few weeks. The men had gone fishing, the women did some shopping on the mainland. But mostly it’s been morning beach combing, afternoon. .." I reached my hand up the gap in her skirt and watched her eyes tilt back. She leaned forward into me and her warm cheek pressed against my own. Her lips mouthed a muted moan. She was already so wet, how could she refuse my young tight little body?"It still... applies... I.... Stop it.... fuckp.!" Melanie pulled my hand away. "I don't mix business with pleasure, I'm sorry Sam... Truly.” She dropped a crisp hundred on the counter and walked out the bar after giving me a longing stare. I. “It’s hard to keep track of children like that, Anna is only a light case,” Holly casually tried to help Maria wrap her head around the situation, “you have to understand Anna is just one woman I have to keep tabs on. I have many more women like her...”“Can you give me an estimation?”“I’d say we’re talking in the half a million range, give or take a few.” it was clear Holly made no attempt to be accurate, she simply threw the last number she recalled, “the oldest should be turning seven. By contrast, Tawney owns five outfits for school and two outfits to wear when she gets home. She owns five sets of underwear and two pairs of pajamas. She has one pair of shoes and one pair of running shoes. She has one doll and one stuffed bear. She owns no books, no computer, no radio or CD player. She isn't even allowed to put pictures on her walls!She lives in poverty while her parents spend all of their money on luxuries for themselves. Hell, our cells in prison were homier than Tawney's.