Charisse considers herself a normal young woman in her early twenties. Like other young girls, she doesn't always agree with her father and his overprotective ways. Unlike other girls, she is the daughter of a well-connected mob boss. She had always been a well-protected girl, spoiled rotten by some accounts. Charisse felt that she'd never had a chance to really live, not yet. There was a deep yearning inside of her, something she just couldn't explain, and some nights she would lie in her bed simply fighting the urge to run away and abandon everything she'd ever known. It was a feeling she couldn't name. The only thing that could relieve the pressure is her wild fantasy life. In her dreams and fantasies, she is free to find relief and release. But every time she seeks fulfillment she feels a rush of animalistic passion. What is wrong with her? Can she ever be satisfied?
