Mary pushed open the creaky door to Gabriel's room. Her bare feet padded softly on the worn wooden floorboards. She couldn't meet his eyes and kept staring at the scuffed planks instead, her slim body twisting back and forth. At seventeen, she had long legs and a slender build under her plain cotton nightgown, the one that hung loose on her small tits and flared just enough over her hips. Her blonde hair, usually braided...

This might be Lilian’s last chance. At twenty-two, she was older than all the other girls at her Olympic gymnastics academy. Despite winning a bronze medal at the last Olympics, the specter of losing her sponsors loomed over her. Because of this, her mother worked tirelessly, morning, noon, and night, to secure the best coach. “What do you mean? How does a coach decide to quit overnight?” Helena’s voice sliced through the...