"I'm sure it will be fine, you cooked it," he said, smiling at me. "So, Ihaven't seen you for a while. Is this a new look for you?" Look, Dad, I can e...plain..." I started, but he put his hand up andstopped me."You don't have to explain anything, Kelly. I have to be honest with youhere, sugar." he said, still smiling at me. "I didn't just come here todayto have lunch with you on your birthday, I had to see if what your Mothertold me on the phone was true, so I didn't want you to know I was. He loved that she wasn’t the stereotypical whore everyone imagines when they think about sex workers. This really was shaping up to be an exciting interview.“That was the best answer I’ve gotten all day. Honestly, I just thought you were physically attractive, but after hearing that answer… There’s more to you than meets the eye, and I love that. And I also love that accent. What part of England are you from?”“Southend.”“Southend, like Nathalie Emmanuel? Your voices are different, but that. With one smooth motion, my pants and undergarment were lowered. The sight of my flaming orange pubes elicited a flutter of giggles from my handmaidens. Their laughter was short lived, however, quickly replaced by astonished stares of wide-eyed wonder. Concerned, I followed their gaze down. Yes, there was still just the one penis, not abnormally huge, though more than large enough, or so I had been told by the few women of my experience. And then it occurred to me, these girls had never before. I hear the ladies joke saying, “Guess she needed some cream for her coffee,” causing all of them to giggle again.Stupidly, I stop her before we get to the bedroom. “Hey, I thought you were here for some work,”She stops and turns around saying, “Oh, you party pooper. I’ll go handle my work then you’re mine,” she says with a funny little smile.Ronda goes back to the kitchen, where she had set her doctor bag down. She asked for Jill first. She put the blood pressure cuff on her, listened to her.