" He pulled a pack of cigarettes from a drawer in the counter and lit one on the scarlet candle. "You're getting a job as a cocktail waitress." He suc...ed in some smoke. "This way you get paid regularly and get to keep your tips too." She nodded and walked over to the table and her clothes. The tee shirt she lifted and began struggling into had more holes than fabric. He couldn't begin to tell what color it was supposed to be. With a tired groan, he dug into a lower drawer and yanked out one of. I hated it when women wore clothes several sizes too small; women like that are what make it difficult for the smart ones like me to get taken seriously. She smiled, and I noticed that she wore little discernable makeup, but it was obvious she spent a lot of time on her appearance, creating a strange dichotomy between her gentle look and run-down hippy van. "So, do you want a ride?" she asked again, her voice slightly more stern than her gentle introduction moments prior. I could tell. My free hand was also roaming gently over her body and mostly rested on her round ass. We were deliberately trying not to arouse each other at this stage. We wanted to be in each other’s arms and say sweet nothings.Being aware that this was one thing I couldn’t fulfill, she still wondered if I could spend the night with her. With a heavy heart, I had to say no to her. Little did we know that soon we would get that opportunity to spend together not one, not two, but three nights. But more about. ” “Because maybe you’ll understand a number of things when I’m done dear,” Betsy told her. “It is a story I don’t think anyone knows.” “Like what mam?” Summer asked. “Now I know you can’t be kept from telling anyone but I wish it be kept between you and me only, alright?” Betsy said. Summer lied and said she would agree to that. She said she would not tell anyone or so she thought she wouldn’t. But there was always her good close friend Tyler and seeing as she was now a 27 year old woman who.