Sam sat quiet and swallowed, fighting the tears. A car horn sounded and she could hear the perverted comments of a few men pointed in her direction. She was still exposed to the outside world more than she found comfortable.<br/><em>Don’t cry Sammy. Don’t cry. Be a strong girl.</em><br/>Allan’s determination and Karen’s voice suddenly changing had the young girl doubt. Did she still want this? She felt like one of those banking victims. Lured with sweet talks and walked into the trap with open eyes. Once she said yes there was no way back and she had to pay the price. She wouldn’t mind it in the privacy of their home but here and now, no that was not what she wanted.<br/><br/>Inside she hoped Karen was right and nobody would know who she was but it was the same city she lived in. Not that she ever got this far up the hills but still. People from her neighborhood might recognize her, or worse, students from her school.<br/><br/>Like a dying fish she trashed her body once more in an attempt to free herself of Karen’s embrace and then lied still again. Should she escape? She could fool Karen in loosening her grip and open the door and jump out. The fall would be hard since the car was going pretty fast and she would hit the asphalt with most of her body exposed. How would she explain that to her parents when they got home? No that wasn’t a good idea, she had to accept it.<br/><em>How naïve of me to join them.</em>“Please miss, can I at least get my underwear back on,” she cried and begged softly to Karen.<br/>