‘Remind me to ask Lydia about it when she comes in.’ Brent was staring at the painting. ‘Here I am.’ Lydia announced as her tiny size six feet... clip clopped down the hall. ‘I was just admiring your artwork.’ Brent said. ‘Who’s the artist?’ ‘Yes Lydia…who is the artist?’ Sybil asked. ‘Well…I don’t really know, I found it at a yard sale on day, had it framed and there you see my ten dollar find, mind you the framing was expensive.’ She added. ‘Are you interested in selling it?’ Brent said taking. It's for your own good. Heat strokes are no joke. Plus, it's not that big of a deal. I've seen plenty of women topless at the beaches in Australia."Joanna could feel the sun burning into the top of her head. It scared her more that she was willing to show."Okay, fine. How do I make this stupid hat?" she asked and turned around. With one swift move she pulled off her tank top. She stuck out her hand and Jack took her shirt from her.Jack cut a few slits in her shirt and said: "Okay, let me tie. ”Shakily, JP took his overall and underpants off. As JP stood naked before Gullah, Gullah mumbled, “Jesus… you’re magnificent.” Gullah’s former cellmate had been a pleasant looking guy, but JP was in a totally different league.“Turn,” Gullah then instructed.‘That bubble butt is un-fucking-believable,’ Gullah thought, ogling the boy.“Are we on the same page boy?” Gullah eventually asked.“Please… please, I’ll ask my folks for money for you, please don’t fuck me, I’m begging you,” JP pleaded.“I. She hated the way it sounded so scared or, worse, even the tiniest bit unsure. The truth, however, was she was scared. The guy was a sponsor and she was just a concubine – a slave – what could she do against him? Where was Calix when she needed him?She tried to look around the muscular man, but there was no one near to help her. She thought briefly about screaming – but he’d done nothing so far. Even if she did scream, would anyone care? She had no rights. Would anyone even bother to help.