Lindsay Porter stood by the gray 10-foot cyclone fence, and looked through to the manicured green grass lawn. Her newly pierced red-brown nipples were tender, and the strong breeze that whipped her long red hair only made her nipples tingle more. Lindsay took a deep breath and thought back to the day she signed the contract with George Code.



Lindsay got out early to run at dawn, she loved seeing the sun as it rose over the small lake, and before the July heat in southern Indiana became oppressive. She went out to try to find a job again today, and even applied to work as a waitress, but she was obviously not a waitress and wouldn’t be there long. No one she found wanted to hire her, knowing she would leave as soon as she found something else. She felt so discouraged that she went for another run when she got home, even in the summer heat, she was running for the 2nd time today.

She rounded the little lake and ran directly into the strong hot breeze, her red hair streamed out behind her in long ringlets while she ran and her long legs pumped steadily as she finished the 10K loop around the lakefront park. She got back to the door, her body slick with sweat, and found a note from the apartment manager that just said, and See Me”, written in black marker right on the door, and her key would not open the door.

The resident manager of her small apartment building had changed the lock on her door so she would have to see him to get back in. That was a reminder of the past due rent. She walked slowly to the office, dreading a meeting with the manager. Lindsay felt dirty under his leering stare.

Today he wore a dirty sleeveless t-shirt, it made his skinny arms and bony shoulders look even worse. He licked his lips, as he looked at her dressed in tiny red running shorts and pale yellow nylon singlets. The manager crudely eyed her chest, Lindsay became very self-conscious, with her slender figure and small breasts she rarely wore a brassiere, or a running bra. Her yellow top, wet from sweat was nearly transparent. It hugged her slender body, and showed off her little breasts and the red-brown nipple at center of each.

He told her she could get an extension. When she asked how, he leered at her then said she could come to the office after 6PM on Friday.

I might even decide to shave, he whispered. No, prolly not. The stubbly pale whiskers hissed as her ran his fingers over his chin. Lindsay shivered.

Be sure to clean that shit off the door too, he said, referring to the note he left.

Yes sir, Lindsay mumbled as she turned to go back to her apartment. At 20 years old, with no job, no income, and no expectations, she would be there. Lindsay walked to her apartment with tears streaming from her green eyes; she automatically turned on the stereo after she used her new key to get in the door.

The power was off, no stereo and no air conditioner.

She walked slowly back to the nearby park where saw a tiny blue and red sign stuck to the front of the soda pop machine: