"I'll uh, take these... I wanna quality check them." Jim looks taken aback and puts his hands up in defeat from the sudden fierce movement."Okay, okay.... That's fine. We usually only give one sample..." No, it's not fine. This is MY vagina. The deals off. You can't sell these." She glares at him holding onto her two plastic vaginas."We already have your signature. Heck, if you wanna take it to court be my guest, we have a scan of your vagina to prove you were okay with it. That's a signature you. Please note: I do not condone ****. This is fiction only. John did not consider himself to be a cruel man. If he had seen his victims as something equal to others, he might have re-considered that. He was nice and considerate to people at work, he gave way at the appropriate places in his car. Most people would consider John to be a nice guy. A decent person. And John wouldn't have argued with that. However, the boy strapped down in his basement might have suggested otherwise. The boy was. But itwas as if they'd been made by some intelligence at work outside of herconsciousness, beyond her will, which ultimately seemed too weak andindecisive to act on its own. Nonetheless this unknown part of her,arguably the most important part of her, seemed, in retrospect, as if itmust have been working invisibly behind-the scenes to bring her to whereshe was today. It didn't just happen all by chance; it seemed, instead,more an act of fate.Even the act of putting the ad on the computer which. “What does Julie think of this?” I quizzed.“She in agreement with him, she can’t say that she approved of me taking her to bed, as she’d be in dead trouble, and he can be an violent man so I hear, not toward me, her!”“Dad you know I’d do anything for you, but isn’t there another way, he’s an atrocious man. The thought of him touching me makes me feel like heaving up!”“I can understand as to how you feel sweetheart, but I have no option in the matter, he’s real mad, wanted to get the police.