Emily is a bit young, she is a bit naive, but her older brother Mark convinces her that she should try some new adventures to make her life more interesting. The secrets of the car-park excite her more than she wants anyone else to suspect because she likes to be thought of as innocent and shy even though her imagination runs rampant with scenes of deplorable degradation.
After an exhibition tournament, our Russian tennis queen suddenly loses control over her walk of life as she joins the toy collection of an old fashioned Middle Eastern ruler. Once the true magnitude of the plans around her sinks in, she seriously questions some of her career choices, which provoked this terrible "Tennis Teen Terrorism". Will years of sports psychology help her through the multitude of harassments ahead of her, and will she eventually escape out of the hands of her tormentors?
All my life, I've always been one of those kids who is never wearing a shirt...and lately I like trying nudism too. Ever wonder what that mindset is like, and what experiences it can lead to? (The first 3/4 of this story is "mostly" true.)