"I'm so glad, most of the girls here get a boyfriend and fall in love,get pregnant and that's the end of their career in modeling. I hope youdon't do ...he same." I won't, you can count on that." Tiffany, I'll be straight forward with you, most of the girls who cometo my office I send away. They just don't have it, they're too short ornot pretty at all, but you have everything I look for in a model andmore. I would be happy to represent you and I'll have my lawyer draw upthe contract to represent. I finish most of the food. I guess it is kind of good, but I haven'teaten anything in over two months so I'm not picky. Hospital food thatthey gave me is kind of like soft food like jello, mash potatoes, soupand saltines and even my favorite cold orange juice.I think I could live on orange juice. I don't remember ever feeling likeI craved orange juice I remember drinking beer, wine and even hardliquor. I don't crave any of those, but when I had the glass of cold OJlast night or this morning. Brian was waiting in the hall.“Give me a look then,” he said.Suzy went to undo her coat.“No you don’t,” Jane stopped her, “he has to wait like all the rest, tonight he’s just another cock that has to wait in line,” she smiled.“Go on Suzy,” he said, unzipping his trousers, “l’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”“Put it away Brian,” Jane said, “anyway Suzy, believe me, his cock is nothing special, there are better ones waiting for us.” As she spoke she gave Brian a wink, she knew this was how. He pulled my penis out of his mouth and licked his lips, “delicious,”he said and smiled at me. He then stood up and grabbed the plates from behindus and handed me one and sat down next to me to watch TV and eat. He had madesome cheese, ham, bell pepper, and onion omelets, bacon, and there was a freshcut peaches on the plate. I took a bite of the omelet and had to stop a momentbecause it was the best omelet I had ever eaten. It was like eating an omeletmade by an angle and I groaned with.