She bought some coffee and we had our coffee.“Now, let’s see about your wounds” she said. “Stand over here and lift your arms.” I went over ...o her, next to the kitchen sink, and stood with my hands locked behind my head. “Ouch, that looks nasty,” she said, dipping a cloth into the bowl and touching it to the worst of my scratches. It hurt like hell, but I wasn’t about to wimp out in front of her twice, and I gritted my teeth while she stroked me with the cloth. Maybe I was getting more and more. " Of course," I said. She gave me the address. Posh. Park Avenue. Midtown. Bess was a well kept woman.A liveried doorman met me at the door. "Joe Solomon?" he inquired."How did you know?" I asked. He showed me my photo--a candid shot walking outside my office building. I shook my head. "Yes," I said.He gave me a key. "Return it to me when you leave," he said. I wanted to ask what she did for him, but then again I didn't want to ask. I nodded.Entering through a short entranceway, a large room. To her they were so cute and grown up. She hated how boys her age played around on video games like kids and she really hated how they all bragged about the things they can do in bed but when they actually are about to have sex they go all 12 years old nerd on her a cum in 5 minutes. Well tonight was yhe end of that she thought. And she was right........ Some what Chapter oneIt was now 11 o clock when kay finally gave up hope waiting on katie. She quickly pick up her phone to send a quick. "She'd probably pay much better than your current job, but," Cara pauses. She motions subtly to Stacy's brightly coloured knee socks and running shoes, "I don't think she'd even take an interview with, you looking like this." A million thoughts run around in Stacy's brain. Obviously I'm not dressed to go to a job interview. Ugh! She's such a jerk. I wonder how much more it would pay? Who would this woman be? Is she as crazy as Cara? Maybe she's crazier… "Interested?" Cara asks, yawning. I.