I slowed to catch my breath and saw him staring at my heaving chest. Remembering my second task, I smiled at him.“Hi,” I said.“Nice night for a ...un,” he said as he studied my nipples.“I’m just trying to get back in shape,” I panted. “It’s tough.”“Don’t worry, you’ll do it. What’s your name?”“Charlene.” I knew Sheila wasn’t going to allow me much time. “Um, can I come in and sit down for a minute?”“Sure,” he smiled. “Come on in.”I slipped into the cramped kiosk, letting my boobs rub his chest as. We must have drifted off because when the phone rang it startled both of us.It was late evening and now dark outside. It was Lucy Kerry's mum on the phone, she had had an argument with Trevor her husband and wanted to come home, but couldn't drive as she had been drinking and could we go and get her.Well Kerry had consumed quite a bit of alcohol herself but instantly volunteered me to do it.Oh that's so kind I heard Lucy say.Quickly popping on a T shirt I picked up the car keys and prepared to. I remember Stacy telling me about her getting ready and my daughter was helping her. She needed to wear something new, which was no problem. She had her new undies and of course her new wedding dress.She said she needed something old which wasn't a problem either. She said most everything she wore was old and she picked some hair clips that her mom had given her years before.When it came to something borrowed she had a problem. She wasn't sure who she could borrow something from that would go. She must have been either hungry or intrigued because she dug in, finishing her first ‘rough’ before me.I decided to start the dinner conversation with the most important question.“Why didn’t you come to me when Johnson started to pressure you, Anna?”“He told me he would fire you and ruin your reputation if I did,” she pleaded. “I wanted to tell you. You have no idea how badly I wanted to come to you.” She looked at me, pleading. “I hated being with him. I hated him even touching me, but I.