One morething to sayKristy make sme smile sometmies, not just some halfassed boy smile I usedto to but proper big grin that makes me happy, its jst a ...comment or a lookshe gives me, but she is someone special, exspecially if she makes mesmile, no1 can do that, even when I was a whole boy whp was a depressedemo all the time. Now im just a girly/boy hippy, that don't seem rightsaying that, but I suppose the truth is better than some half assed shit,I suppose girly/boy is better than being gay, no. The studio was a local warehouse in the middle of an industrial park out of town and was obviously on a short term lease. The deal was that the photographer, Richie, would take a series of pictures and produce a portfolio for her which could result in Jenny getting modelling work. Jenny was a little modest, not wanting to be centre of attention but, never the less, enjoyed looking her best and knowing she was attractive.Richie had told Mark he had produced work for a number of major High Street. As the minister droned on I thought back over the past few years, actually the four since my eighteenth birthday, and the things that I had done that had me in so much of a sweat.I had promised myself that I was going to be a "good girl" and walk down the aisle at my wedding a virgin. I promised and I meant it. I fought hard from the time I was fifteen to hold the boys in check and it wasn't at all easy. I liked to kiss and I got into some pretty hot necking sessions where I almost let things. Only Mike’s hold on her kept her from trying to run. She cast a fearful glance at her lover, but he didn’t look at her. He looked at the stage. She followed his gaze. A beaten, bloody, and naked woman was being marched up onto the slightly elevated platform. Angi’s heart sank back into her chest with relief. A moment later, guilt overwhelmed her. So perhaps she wasn’t to be tortured (at least not yet, a small part of her pointed out), but this poor woman certainly was. By the looks of things,.