Some remembered the thrill of that moment, when all eyes were focused on her entry into communal sexual womanhood. Others remembered it with disgust, ...a stupid and embarrassing ritual, even as they watched one of their sisters experience the same thing, even as they felt their own young man's hands fumbling over their bodies in a (mostly vain) attempt at arousal.Every one of them, King and Court alike, would be shocked to learn, as they would before the evening progressed too far, that Carolyn. She was around 26, white, and had a really nice rack. She was standing alone at a bus stop, about 3 blocks away from the bar. She was obviously a hooker.She was wearing a tight burgundy dress, and black, and gold pumps. I got out the car, and asked her "how much for a blow job"She answered "20 for head, and 20 for sex"We talked for a bit, and decided to leave, go get some crack, and head back to my place.I paid her $40 in advance, and we both got inside the car.On the way home, I stopped by the. I took her hand and pulled her down the back hallway. The vestibule for the basement stairs was well lit, and I could easily see to put the key in the door. The problem was finding the correct key. I tried all the normal shaped keys, and then took up the irregular ones when none would work. I was almost at the end of my keys. I did find the one I needed. It was a strange affair with a double set of prongs, offset at ninety degrees to each other.The lock required me to insert the key and rotate. Jerry was Aunt Cathy's first that night, but only the first of many. Once the word went out that there was a new girl at Jerry's the guys lined up and as fast as one finished another was ready to make the walk across the parking lot from the bar to the motel. Aunt Cathy started at seven and didn't cry "enough" until two —thirty. On the drive home I asked her if it was as much a kick as she thought it was going to be."I had a ball sweetie and I want to do it again."Aunt Cathy did do it again and.