I was in my early thirties and she was in her early forties. We talked about many subjects as we lay on top of the bed getting acquainted. I needed mo...e than just a quick fuck with I woman that I knew nothing about. I knew that she was not a prostitute, that she was married, and that her husband had given his permission…but I just needed more. I didn’t need love but I needed something special.She on the other hand had been sent to me to do a job. She knew that I had been hard for the past hour. She blushed deeply as soon as she stepped through the door and refused to meet my eyes as I took the bag of groceries from her and carried them into the kitchen. Several times while I was helping her fix sandwiches for us and the k**s she started to say something then would be too embarrassed to continue. I guessed that, her sexual excitement having waned, she was once again feeling the shame and humiliation of what she had just done to get money to feed her k**s. Now that she had some food in. I was sitting on roughly five-point-five million Philippine pesos, $141K American; and, I had a job interview with some guy named Romy Gilchrist, an American ex-pat builder who had once been one of Clea Moncrief's lovers. Clea is of course Jerry's hottie momma. Things were looking up. And, I wasn't looking back. Crazy? Maybe, but I needed to do it. I figured I'd be able to catch on with Gilchrist Construction in some capacity, but of course until that first paycheck came streaming in, it was. "The man happily said, "The pipe is already by the road. I had it brought out yesterday when George told me you were about done with his place. He sure thinks you're Superman by the way you were able to fix him up so fast. He says he has another place he might have you do. I think he has more equipment to trade."We agreed to see each other in the morning, and I went inside to enjoy supper. I wasn't so tired and beat up tonight, as most of the work I had done was on the bulldozer. As I ate, I.