I haven't had my run with the girls. I've had 2 girlfriends, a girlfriend in elementary (your first love is always cute) and another during freshman. ...Oh ya! I'm a junior too. I'm still a virgin, as you can probably guess. But little did I know that my "girl experience" was all going to change.So as you know, I am starting to hate school (don't we all) and everybody in it. And that girlfriend during freshman? We broke up during the summer. I don't want to get into the details, but let's just say. It was also the second day after my accident. The first day I slept late and we covered only 60 miles, me in the car and Marty on his bike. Marty pulled into the generic motel parking lot around 4 PM then spent a lot of time running big secret errands in the car. I was in some pain, but not a lot, since I was taking my meds religiously. I had been injured enough times in my life to understand the value of staying on schedule with painkillers. Consequently, I slept a great deal that evening.I. .. how? ... why?...”“I have known of Evita and Andre’s treatment of their pets for some time. Actually, when your son ... and yes, I had a background check done, when your son put you up for sale, I didn’t hear of it until you had already been purchased. I tried to buy you form Evita and Andre but they would not sell you. Then a few days ago I heard that you were going to be auctioned and I had my chance.”“So you were the American?”“Yes, actually I was prepared to bid as much as necessary.” He. "Oh and one more thing-" she said and turned back around to find him gone. "Dammit!" She screamed and stomped away. She walked off her anger, occasionally lighting up to relax. It didn't work. She walked home and straight into her bathroom. She stripped and stepped under the hot water. She leaned back on the tiles, letting the water stream down her long red hair, over her shoulders, full breasts, stomach, hips. She wasn't a supermodel but she knew she was pretty in a classic way. Her hands.