“Boyfriends, but, you know...” Angie agreed.“Do you still do it with each other?” I had to ask.“Oh yes,” said Christina, “at the weekend...kind of thing. But our boyfriends aren’t really that cool with it. They get off on the fantasy then when we actually kiss or something they come over all insecure and try and spoil it. So it’s a bit separate, and, you know, not a huge romance or anything!” She gave a sexy little laugh.“Had you lost touch with Natalie?” I wondered.“Well she’s just, you know,. " she struggled with herself but finally blurted out, “I want you to teach me how to be a whore.” “Get out!” Bree wasn’t a whore. She had told herself enough times to finally begin to believe it. She was a part-time student with full-time expenses. She was not a whore. She was an exotic dancer and struggling student. The blonde sighed loudly but didn’t make a move to leave."Three thousand. My final offer. I have to have this wrapped up by the end of the summer and then I have a paper to. The man asked for a picture of me naked. I Said 'why not' and showed him. He complemented me, gave me his number and left.it was 6pm and Grace came in my room and asked yet again "What can we do?" why not Monopoly or Truth or Dare, girls your age like that game."Grace rushed off and shuted the door behind her. I Waited 5 seconds and went on the Internet and searched up some Porn.it was 7pm and i heard crying coming from the Bathroom down the hall. I Went to Investigate."Hey Tammy, whats wrong?". Walt loved to work the soil, Annie loved to plant. Walt would pick the crops and Annie would put them up. She loved canning and freezing what they had grown all summer, knowing that they would feast on it all winter. They usually would freeze the fruit they grew, and Annie would go to the farmer’s market to buy the fruit she used in her jams and jellies. She had always loved the fall for so many reasons but the canning and jelly making was one of her favorites. Her thoughts then moved to last.