Resourceful. Intelligent. Likes my dog. What more could I ask.“So you want a job,” I said thoughtfully.“I do,” she answered looking me straigh... in the eye.“Do you have a license?”“You have to work three years before you can get an agency license. I’ve served two under Lars,” she answered.“I meant a driver’s license,” I said. You needn’t have been around the block a few times for me to be interested, but you do need a license.“Oh, of course.”“Good. As soon as I can get out of here, your first. Well Melissa didn't lack for subtlety."You're a great listener! Tonight was really fun! And I noticed you have a big, thick tongue, which I'd love for you to ... oh nevermind ..."The next day, Melissa looked more made up than usual. She was about 5-3, 34B cup, with thick legs and an ass highlighted by her skin-tight leggings. She was no gym bunny and looked middle-aged, but everything about her made my crotch feel like it was struck by lighting. Melissa wore a bit of rouge, a touch of light-red. Erika hesitated for a moment, but then firmly put her hand against her left breast, smearing it with her own puke, toying with her stiff nipple. The feeling of her warm vomit dripping down her chest almost drove her over the edge, as her left hand moved quicker and quicker to work her pussy and drive her urges on. She repeated the procedure with her right breast and dipped her hand into the bucket a third time. This handful of puke, she brought to her mouth, drinking it up straight from her. "Stay safe," I yelled as he was getting back into the cab."I'll try," he commented. I could see concern written on his weathered face.I looked over at Anna. She was staring at my house."This is yours?" she asked."Mine and the banks," I responded."I love it. It is beautiful." You are the one that is beautiful," I replied.I put my arms around her and pulled her to me."This is not exactly the way I intended to bring you home, but here we are." I am pleased," the love of my life responded.I.