And, just don’t say anything more!Nyla: Shut up, Nazriya. You don’t have to do anything. There is nothing he can do to us.Ron: Oh yeah? You think ...o, Nyla? Really?! Well. Then Nazriya. Listen. If you want your eldest sister to be left alone, I need not just you to be my obedient slave. I need you, and your other elder sister to do what I say!Nazriya: Noorin. Say yes. Say you will do what he wants.Nyla: Don’t…Don’t do this, Noorin… And Nazriya, stop listening to him.Noorin: Err… Yes. I will… I. Joe had always given the best advice to Taylor when she really needed it.The bathroom door opens up and three pretty women in their early twenties step in. Thay're all giggling and talking about some boy. Taylor quickly looks away and stares down, trying to hide herself from the women. To Taylor's surprise the three women completely ignore the blonde starlet as they crowd around the mirror beside Taylor.Taylor stares at them for a moment, confused. These women have to have known who she was.. The streets were empty and quiet. Only from far away one could hear the barking of street dogs, the humming of occasional cars passing by and other sounds that were impossible to specify. It was raining. A girl, 18 year old Nela, walked through the streets. Alone. Her hair wet from the rain, the cowl of her hoodie jacket pulled deep into her face and her headphones playing music while she was walking home. She just came back from an evening with her friends, where they watched horror movies. "hi". Her text back was just as simple "hi back at ya". The next text was quick "wut u doin?" She smiled again, feeling a familiar tingle. They loved this game and she was in just the right mood to play. "nuthin" she replied. As she pressed send, she stood and dropped her boy shorts to the floor, and pulled her lacey cami over her head. She picked up her mobile, holding it at arm's length, smiling at it's little digital apature. The photo showed her fully starkers and smiling. The next text.