Things were pretty rough i was not getting any job offers from any company. I applied everywhere including a modeling agency. I finally got a job offe... from a modelling agency. They called me for an interview. I went to the interview. The interview was at a house which was weird to me but i was desperate so i went there. There were 6 old men there, we greeted and they asked me some questions about me. Since the job was being a model, i was asked to strip down to my underwear. I felt shy. ‘Variety like red and purple? Not exactly a classic combi, Rox.’ ‘No,’ she admitted curtly, her gaze meeting Alice’s as the older woman escorted her satisfied clients to the door. ‘How did it go with your Mum and Dad, anyway?’ ‘Not good,’ Alice responded for me once they’d left, pushing the door closed behind them. ‘Which is why she’s taking the afternoon off.’ ‘Alice!’ ‘Good idea,’ Roxy agreed. ‘Get your packing finished.’ ‘I haven’t got much packing to do!’ Neither of them seemed to be. If she got a lift I would follow them. We agreed she would try this but wouldn’t actually hitchhike – just walk. She was wearing a short tight skirt made from a stretchy material which was so tight over her thighs that you could make out the outline of her suspenders where they were attached to her stockings.She started to walk while I parked in a lay-by where I could see her. 2 or 3 cars passed then suddenly one stopped beside her and a black guy got out of the back and spoke to her. I could. . is Ted. No... not married...” “Good” she said, “Free up your schedule for New Year's Eve, we're flying to Vegas and getting hitched!” The pounding on the door continued. “I'm not about to lose the greatest sex of my life... GO THE FUCK AWAY!” The pounding ceased.So that was how you met your wife. You look around your new office, the same one where you consummated your relationship. You can almost smell the scent of her womanhood in the room still. The memory of it along with you recent lack.