I drove down to the address given and went inside. It was a nice looking lobby with some pictures of the owner and other management on one wall. I wen... to the counter and told the woman who I was and she immediately said to go into the next room for a few simple tests to see your acting skills. When I entered a tall skinny guy with dark hair asked me to sign a few things before we start. One stated that they had the right to video tape any or all of the events that take place. Another that all. "They had a betting pool going," Kellie said with gritted teeth."You knew?" I asked her."If you knew, how could you think I didn't know?" she snorted."I lived with Robert." I reminded her. "It was his idea." Because he thought he would be the one to nail me," Kellie said to the woman. "Robert was Miguel's foster brother." I still argue the word brother does not apply," I said. "I only lived with them." You're not here to hurt us, are you?" the woman asked. "Can you put me down? Jesus, you don't. “Let’s get the mattresses off the bunk and lie them in front of the fire, we’ll have to sleep together tonight. It’s getting cold, fast.” Christine and Yvonne lay the mattresses out in front of the growing fire, gathering as much blankets as they could find, which wasn’t much. I undress as I watch them, laying my wet clothes on a chair and position it next to the fire. “I can’t believe we spent money on this,” Yvonne pouts. “We’ll have to make the best of it for now, Yvonne,” Christine. Since I'm just 36, I was easily the youngest volunteer in the hospital. Most of the daytime help consisted of retired gents, or elderly widows after the retired gents. Still, everyone pitched in and made themselves useful. After the first week, I was finding the work very rewarding and I looked forward to my four-hour shift three days a week! I was still frustrated by my husband's lack of attention, but the volunteer work provided some outlet and relief from my physical cravings for sex. After.