And looked away."Lydia," I said. "Did Turner beat you?" Yes," Carol said before she could help it. She clamped her hands around her mouth in shock.I s...ighed. "I thought so."Carol whimpered softly through her hands.This poor girl has lived through hell. I wondered how many others Ronald Turner had turned into his own personal servants."Are there others like you serving Turner Lydia?" I askedCarol's forehead wrinkled. She looked like she was putting everything into not responding. It was a useless. She could've been a well-payed professor. When I asked, she said she just loved studying about history, but was not really keen to teach.One of Amy's frequent customer was Nicole, a single mother of a one-year old girl, Rachel. She was twenty-five, had a friendly face and lived just two blocks away. Amy told me that she had divorced her abusive husband. Rachel was the only thing her life that mattered now.Gradually, Nicole, Amy and I had become quite close friends. She knew about our problem. Lazy people might not like walking, but they'd miss it too after too long in a wheelchair. The next design change I will make will make Density Force handicapped assessable.His parents split up. His dad went ahead.His mother stayed behind him.Eventually the three of them made it to the site.All of the density ships present landed.Then what looked like over a hundred teenagers exited the various ships. They arrayed themselves at a respectful distance to the Stones.Only the crews of the ships. About 40, with nice brown hair and slender figure. We drove around, then got a bite to eat. There was an obvious attraction there, but I was understandably cautious. After about 2 hours of driving and chatting, I asked if she would go to a motel with me.We got a room, and she went to take a shower. I relaxed on the bed, and she came back wearing a t-shirt and panties. Relaxing on the bed, we soon started to make out. I kissed her neck and shoulders as I caressed her face and hair (I avoided her.