She barely ate now, the drug was what she lived for, nothing else. Except for brief lucid moments, the girl's trust funds were forgotten as Angilee be...came the slave of her savior/demon. What little money she earned went into her arm to escape the memories which were at one and the same time so sweet and so painful.It was mid afternoon and Angilee was finally awake, having slept off her drug induced dreams. As she dragged herself to get dressed, she rarely bathed now, there was a knock at the. "Did you think I'd chicken out?" Maybe," she said, drawing it out. "Tell me all about it!"So I told her how I'd picked Charity up, going in to meet her parents, like I had been taught to do by my mother. I hadn't been able to think of anything to say to them. They'd wanted to know what movie we were going to, and I told them I was going to let Charity pick one.We went to the theater, and she picked a movie, and we watched it. Afterwards she wanted to go to the mall. When we got there, instead. The passion in that kiss gave him his answer.Ending the kiss and moving back a little in his arms that were around her she smiling said, “You know, Jenna Daniels does have a nice sound to it,” and moved back with watery eyes to give him another kiss.They decided to go to a nice restaurant to celebrate the forthcoming nuptials. Both of them were obviously excited as they discussed what was going to be happening.“I don’t think we need to go to Vegas to get married, we could do it right here. I. "Greek? In Knoxville?" she asks, a coy smile forming."Greek. How much?" Two hundred."She sighs and turns as if denying the deal. But her hand is at her hip, open. I plant two hundred-dollar bills in her palm."Okay, come on. Follow me." Completing the transactionShe leads the way, and I follow. Her delectable ass sways under her short, tight skirt. She's the Pied Piper, and I'm a mouse. We walk past a small manufacturing shop, a deserted warehouse, and into an alley. At this hour on a Sunday.