“We call it ‘crotch’ too,” Jorgensen chuckled, then turned sober. “Boy, that was bad for the McAdams! People say the stress caused the cance...r in Mabel McAdam. Nobody can know that of course, but she’s been a broken woman, that’s for sure.”“Kinda like you had to feel when I made my porn debut, huh?” Lori asked self-consciously.“You could say that,” her mother nodded. “It was bad, yes, and worse when you killed that man. You turned your life around though while Kylie seems to get worse.”Talk then. Not to be deterred, I crawled the rest of the way and cut off the power to the computer itself."Seniorita hurt?" She asked, after standing up and stroking my hair comfortingly.I wasn't hurt physically, but mentally I was a wreck. I was shaking and humiliated; my life as a rich socialite was flashing before my eyes. Rosa, picked me up and sat me in my chair."Okay now, Seniorita?" she asked.Maybe she hadn't read it. She didn't give any inclination as to having seen what was on the screen. She. Then he stopped and looked at me. "What do you mean by 'our own age', Jack? Like high school girls? Or older? Like eighteen? Nineteen?"I shrugged and made a non-committal face, because I thought he was going to bring up the female guards, who were only a couple of years older than us but who pretty much kept to themselves. Their college experience had apparently given them a level of sophistication we couldn't hope to understand, and besides, they all had boyfriends with cars."What about. She heard a door swing open. Lifting her head, she saw a captivating dark-haired lady walk into the room. The woman shut the door behind herself and dropped her silk robe to the floor in one fluid motion, revealing a flawless body. "Hi Lauren." She stepped over the cloth on the floor and looked down at the prone agent. Lauren recognized her.Seren.Her team had been sent into the foothills because some bigwig's perfect little Christian daughter came back from a weekend spiritual retreat spouting.