She had been doing weather for eight months when the station manager called her into his office and laid it on the line. Either she put out, or he had...a hot young thing who would. She took her grievance to the folks in H.R., and shortly thereafter, she was handed a pink slip for “spreading malicious and slanderous gossip.”She took her troubles to Joe Gordon. He had been one of her journalism professors and always a bit of a mentor. He was an older guy. But he’d been smart enough to branch out. She walked over to her former lover and kissed him; hard and deep slipping her tongue into his mouth. While she kissed him, she began to massage his massive meat with her tiny hand. A few moments later she broke the kiss. "Sold,” she replied. Mike's hands opened her robe again and began to massage her incredible breasts. Chris took his hands from her breasts and began to lead him over to the couch. Mike said," oh! no! I want you in his bed." "You kinky bastard!“Chris replied. Mike scouped the. I turned down the next one, that he made a few years after college, just after I started dating a co-worker at my social work job, cursing my poor timing but pushing him away at the same time. He turned down the next one, made by mail, when he was in Berkeley newly single and I was in New York newly single and I said alright already, lets do this, and he said No. I was angry, terribly angry, cursing him out on the phone long-distance in an argument I could ill-afford. And so I devoted myself to. He had me tell my story. I did.Then they called the girls. Since they were minors, the judge did the questioning and had them tell their stories. Since they had not been in court when I gave my testimony or to hear each other, their stories varied a little. Of course, each had done something different when saving me. The basic facts were the same though.The next person called was the veterinarian."Tell me Doctor, why were you hired to perform the autopsy on my client's dog?" Jackson's lawyer.