“Hey there! “I think Lauren is a beautiful name…mine is Jake.” I wasn’t worried about her knowing my real name, she wouldn’t live to repeat it. XXX However, I could imagine it quite well, and I quite enjoyed the thought of it. I loved hearing the pain in her voice, feeling the pain in her movements, and when the time came, seeing the pain in her eyes. “Are you a virgin, little Lauren?” I inquired. This was ghost-town and everyone in a 50 mile radius knew that. Why did they always beg? My first thought was ‘former cheerleader’ but I suppose she could have been a gymnast as well.
