I shuddered and writhed on the floor. "It’s so hard for Beckey," she continued, "would you like me to make it all better? Would you, Ben? Would ...ou like for Beckey to do that?" I nodded weakly. "Of course you do, Ben. But housemates can't do such things, Ben. Especially you !! They just can't," I groaned. "But I hate to see you in pain, Ben. If I wasn't your housemate, then I could do something . . . if I were, say, your mistress, I could help you, Ben, but I can't. I'm just your. I just need a ride to the mall.’ I heard grumbling. ‘Man, I don’t suppose you’re gonna give me gas money this time either, are ya? I give you frickin’ rides all over the frickin’ place.’ I sighed. People were always whining like they were the only ones with problems. ‘Look, Harry, just pick me up, alright? I’ll make it worth your while.’ ‘That would be a frickin’ change.’ ‘Harry!’ ‘Fine, fine. Where are you?’ I told him and hung up. Ten minutes later he pulled up in his silly Geo. I slid into. Fashion shows, press gatherings, branding events of all sorts that required the presence of gorgeous women would ring up the agencies to make sure sexy young women would attend. Cindy as a stunning taller than average Asian was in high demand. At the parties you met all kinds of successful older men who dressed nicely, drove amazing cars and seemed to have a rainbow colored variety of credit cards to play with. Cindy soon found that guys in their thirties and forties, even into their fifties,. It was red in frontwith a flower/vine pattern and sheer in the back, with frilly blacklace at the bottom, and it was so cute. I'd bought fishnet lace topstockings to match and I slipped the garters into place. Then I tookout my make up and finished bringing Camille into the mirror'sreflection. I applied my new dark blue eye shadow and thickeningmascara and then my brightest pink blush to my fair skin. Finally Ibrought out the dark red lip liner and carefully traced the edge of myfull lips,.