She was looking away at something to her left which could not be seen inthe picture.She was wearing a black corset and a brown scarf around her neck a...nd twobrown bracelets which matched her scarf.She also wore a tiered brown dress which revealed her naked thighs over herlace top vertically striped gothic burlesque stockings and her knee lengthblack leather boots with their silver studs and buckles and their six inchsilver stiletto heels.She was sitting on something and her left knee was raised. It will be a complete squash match—her skills, both physical and sexual, far outmatch her opponent.And who’s the unlucky (or lucky?) fighter who will challenge the Champion tonight?You, of course.Your heart pounds as you walk down the ramp into the arena, clad only in a robe over the tiny Speedo that’s the standard uniform of male ECL fighters, and the announcer calls out to the crowd.“Selected by chance, or chosen by fate?” she asks rhetorically. “This young wrestler has been given the. I had been “passed around” and gone “around the world” and “sixty-nined” by foster brothers, sisters and even parents during that entire period learning all the ins and outs of natural and unnatural sex and various fetishes that would fill a library with erotic content of all sorts of depraved scenarios.Still, there was always good amongst the bad and some of the families were well-intentioned and did their best all things considered.In my current foster home, one of the young girls registered. She no longer was the snide little girl I remembered from our family holiday parties. Cici was now an attractive blond woman with a natural way with people. She was a good listener and made me feel at ease during lunch. I wanted to learn more about her job when she changed the subject.She abruptly said, "That's enough about me, Cousin. How are your parents?"So, the topic had turned to family. I asked her if she had been in contact with Mila. She hadn't. I told her about a chance meeting I had.