"Oh, no. I don't do those kinds of shoots. The most risque' that I get is when I did a bathing suit shoot once." Sports Illustrated?" I asked."Oh, no.... For a catalog. I'm not that successful, yet." I think you're sexy, Kay." You do? She gave me this coquettish look. I grinned and snapped a shot of her."She gave a little cry when she saw my flash go off. "No fair! I wasn't modeling!" She gave me a little pout that showed me that she wasn't upset, but just playing around."Then come on. Show me how. .. things like " fuck her hard boys ... she wants it bad. " and you know, I did.I didn't think I was such a slut, but I am. I actually lifted my head and shouted" Yeah, Do it ... FUCK ME " ... and they did.I got gang-banged and I loved it; I only wish I had been sober enough to fully appreciate it. They must have lifted me up or helped me up because I ended up on Andy's bed. I'm pretty sure everyone was watching as they fucked me ... it didn't feel private at all ... and I know I took one guy. .. it hurt ... too much..." Tears were forming in my eyes and I stopped trying to control them. It came back in a rush what had happened, and even as I couldn't describe it to my daughter, the memories flooded back and left me sobbing and inconsolable."I'll be there in an hour!" Jackie told me over the phone. "Just had to stop and pee!"I laughed and told her how excited I was that she was coming home for the weekend. I'd not expected to see her before Thanksgiving, but she'd begged a ride from. The waitress had clearly lost patience with me holding up a table. So I left a generous tip and left. I made a pass by the parking lot and Lindsey’s car was gone. Somehow she had slipped out unseen. I drove back to the hotel and checked in. I sat in my room, staring at the ring box. I went on the balcony and watched the surf, debating if I should call her; if I did I would undoubtedly be shot down by caller ID.There was a restaurant on the pier that looked nice. I called and they said the only.