He looked at her with an endeared look on his face. ‘I’m Alex.’ He said. ‘Nice to meet you. You’re quite forward aren’t you?’‘I am.’...She said nodding. ‘How old are you, sweety?’ He asked. ‘I’m not a sweety.’ She said. ‘I’m a slut.’A smile on his face. ‘Are you know?’ He asked bemused. ‘And how old is this slut?’ ‘Twenty three.’ She said. ‘I’m in – ’ She wanted to say she was in her senior year in college, but then she pressed her lips together. ‘I dropped out of college,’ she said. ‘Way too. “Oh, that’s ok.” I said. I saw my grandma Renee sitting on the cream colored, leather couch. Her pale white skin, wrinkled beyond repair. Her curly, light brown hair barely touched by a brush. Painted eyebrows sat above her deep brown eyes. Her body was frail, and weak. When she stood from the couch to walk to me, she appeared to be a corpse. She limped, walking at a snail-like pace that could ruin any impatient man’s day.“My God, it’s cold! Hi…how are you sweetheart?” my grandma said, giving. I cultivated it as expressly ordered by you when we started.We had been at this game for some months now, having reached a point when you saw in me the need and necessity of taking control. Some nights you had me strut beside you on our way to a restaurant in a skirt too short for my voluptuous thighs, exposing the rounded mocha tan bottom of my cheeks. I would blush the entire time knowing that had I not done it as you asked the next time would be equally if not more embarrassing. Often we sat. Get over here together so we can all be on the video! Mandy, we cant do this. It will end up all over the internet, people will recognize us! I know, sounds exciting, doesnt it? No, sounds like illegal, sounds like I lose my job! Wait, I have a solution! The cameraman said. He reached into his bag and pulled out some masks like they wear for Mardi Gras or something. Put these on and nobody will know who you are. I still dont know about this… I said, still worried about being recognized. Come on.