CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Over a week had passed since that fateful night in Line Creek, the night Sarah Olsen weathered the turning point in her young life that was irreversible. There would be – could be – no going back now; she was committed. But where there should have been shame and revulsion, suicidal despair and degradation, there was only a wild-fire of excitement and happiness with the newly-found source of good money – more than she'd ever hoped to make in her life – and the promise of wicked, forbidden pleasures equally beyond her wildest dreams.
She'd thought once or twice of writing Jamie, maybe of sending him a snapshot of her with Lobo or with three or four of the paying customers, but she'd shelved the idea for now. Not because it was too mean and spiteful, not because it was a cruel and inhuman thing to even dream up… but for another reason entirely, and one that made a lot more sense to the new Sarah, one that would have horrified the old Sarah she left behind in Blackjack to death…
The snapshot would have to wait until tonight when the time would be right. Tonight was to be her first night for Hawkins new treat for her. She could feel her thighs tingle at the very thought. For she was going to be the first with Jomo, with the show's three hundred pound male gorilla. Ahead of Gloria, ahead of everyone… that wild jungle beast was going to be hers, all hers!