“Oh, hi Chelsea,” Mom said, surprised that we were having a sleepover. “This may be even better. I didn’t have any idea what she meant by that....“What’s up, Mom?” I asked. She never came and talked to me if there was a guy in the house.“This is going to sound weird,” she mumbled, “but Jerry’s taken a couple of Viagra and his hard-on won’t go down. I’ve sucked him ‘til my jaw aches and he fucked me until we discovered my period had started, and then he plowed my asshole until I’m raw. I don’t want. Your heartbeat is thudding in your chest, and your panties start misting through, with excitement, anticipation, perhaps a little doubt. At last you see a man on his own and in the gloom. He carries a cinema sized soft drink and ticket in one hand. The man makes a show of consulting his ticket and slowly mounts the steps. As he nears you grow suddenly shy, and panic that it may not be the stranger you think it is. You keep your eyes forward as you hear him say, 'Excuse me, Miss - but I think. They run the place. prostitutes, drugs, dog fights. the run and earn on the scummiest darkest events all running in the shadows of the estate, all the footmen of the Dredds still wear there purple tracksuits and bandannas. Sophie is barely a teen. at the age of 13 she is maturing slowly and is at that sweet ripe stage in which she is perfect in her physical appearance. it is a hot summers night in may and she is curled up on the sofa watching the EastEnders repeat at roughly 10:00pm. she hears. --- "Do you think you have any choice, whore?" --- he said, slapping her hard with the back of his other hand, knocking her to the ground.--- "Hey!" --- said the man on the bed.Jose turned to look at him, clearly mad he was being disturbed. But before the man continued, Lilly gestured to him, with a finger to her lips to not interrupt.--- "Don't damage her face." --- said the man in Spanish, taking her hint. --- "It's a moneymaker."--- "You're right" --- Jose responded.He lifted her by the hair.