"Heather was still snapping pictures, so I goosed it. I hope she got the shot, especially of you practically climbing my back." Asshole! You scared th...e shit out of me."I realized what I said and tried to apologize but he cut me off."Don't. I didn't take offense. And if we spend any more time together, I expect you to voice your feelings and opinions like the confident woman you should be. Understand?"I nodded."Now, do you want me to take you back to your car, or would you like a ride?"I. “Thanks, but I think that dad has already phoned them.”“Maybe you could get him to turn the pages of your books for you while you study and he plays with your nipples.”An image of dad caressing my tits came into my head and my jaw dropped.“Okay, okay, I’ll stop, sorry, I’ve said that once, I will stop now.”She did stop teasing me and we had a sensible conversation until she had to leave. She stood up, squeezed one of my fingers then I saw a devilish grin on her face. I’d seen that before an I. Bethany’s counter was that they had experiences which were out of the ordinary, and I once again pointed out that her ‘age disparity’ proxy was a failed measure.To me, the last two weeks with Winter had confirmed my point, but not exactly in the way I would have thought. It had driven home the difference between kids raised in rural areas and kids raised in urban areas. The suburbs, at least for the moment were in between, but seemed to me to be moving towards urban-style coddling and control,. If they want more time, they have to pay more."I looked at the catalogue. Each page in the folder had nine portraits and under each portrait was a ten-digit identification number. Below the identification number was the room or cell number, where they could be found. There were no names, just numbers."Why don't you have the price printed on the catalogue?" I asked."Because the price is always changing," said Mark. "Different prostitutes set different prices. The hot bitches will want to charge.