." Great, so it's not your fault, it's all my fault for not being slutty enough!" No, for goodness sake, I'm just saying it might help... I'm not aski...g you to parade around town like a whore, just dress up a bit for once... for me... it's..." Degrading is the word you're looking for I think!'"OK forget it, I can't see the big deal but if that's how you feel let's get up... there's loads to do." So that's it then.?" Yes. I've made a suggestion, but you're not interested. Unless you've got a. The class went by fast, too fast. I have never been attracted to older men before. He looks about as old as my dad. There is just something about him. I could smell his cologne whenever he walked by my desk. I walked home with Sarah and Ann. They just rattled on like a couple of chipmunks; at least that’s what it sounded like to me. I couldn’t remember a word they said by the time I got home. All I could think about was Mr. Harper. When I got home I did my homework, but I can’t tell you what it. Money Wasn,t great, but doubt money in security will ever pay what it deserves! Occasionally I git a job that lasted months, but usually two or three weeks was the longest. One of the longest stints was at a Scandinavian Bank I won,t mention the name of. My first hours from 7-9pm were spent helping answer phones accompanied by a blonde beauty named Helge with a hard to spell surname. Helge was a statuesque Viking lass about 5 feet 10 tall with big tits, shapely ass and legs that went on forever. And his body never to be found or positively identified.If only she had let her desires get the better of her on another day and not on the one day that was etched not only in her memory, but that of everyone in the world. A day now codified as two numbers whose very mention, even in the most innocent of circumstances, would invariably trigger the same tears she was struggling at this moment to suppress.Phillippa carefully removed Marianne's just-lit cigarette from her hand and placed it.