She didn’t use drugs, she couldn’t afford them. Dealers and pimps didn’t hook her and sell her, the market was glutted with teenaged boys and gi...rls who sold their cocks and cunts and mouths for very nearly free just to get enough to buy a burger and a coke. Sara Wood couldn’t rock the boat – there was no boat to rock. She couldn’t beat the system – the system was gone. So in Sara Wood’s shadow-world, she knelt on the altar of poverty and justice for all, her face poised before urine soaked. They were investigating everyone on the list, but I was certain they were wasting their time. I knew that they had to start somewhere, but I couldn’t see any of the people I had named wanting to cause me real harm, Brent included. I had asked about the likelihood that I had been mistaken for someone. What if the person who did this was after someone else? Gray and Amy had exchanged another of those looks they were so good at and let me know that it wasn’t probable. What they didn’t say was if. ‘Well, of course I do,’ said Sarah. ‘If you want to go and forget all about it you can,’ Tina said soothingly, ‘I won’t think badly of you if you do.’ ‘No,’ said Sarah in nearly a whisper, ‘I want to do this. I want to learn. Biff deserves it.’ ‘More importantly,’ said Tina, ‘you deserve it.’ Sarah smiled slowly and said, ‘You’re right. Let’s do it.’ ‘Okay,’ said Tina, ‘Did you change into something sexy?’ ‘Yeah,’ said Sarah with a giggle, ‘Wanna see?’ ‘Sure,’ said Tina, ‘Stand up and show me.. She is tall, fair and had ample boobs and ass. I have always fantasized of fucking her. Once they visited our place. That afternoon I was sleeping in the bedroom. My aunt came in after having bath, she had petticoat tied above her boobs which was hardly covering the thighs. She came in called me to send me out. I acted as if I was sound asleep. She talked to herself that I was sound asleep and she closed the door and opened the petticoat and tied it in her waist. There the boobs were gorgeously.