I am Cindy. Cindy Johnson."He looked at her sharply. His face softened and then he invited her to dine with him."Please, sit with me and eat. You look...so lovely sitting there. I am sure that Chuck won't mind if you eat dinner with me."Fuck, this guy was an asshole too. He presumed way too much about me. I also hated to be called Chuck. That really pissed me off. This was a mistake. I needed to stop this now.Then I saw the look in Cindy's face. I knew that I was too late, and she would eat with. ” Her last commanding word was more a hiss in his ear than an actual intelligible word, but he inferred her meaning from a wealth of experience, and he smiled to himself as she led him off the dance floor. Unfortunately for Ryan and Y, the lines to both bathrooms were prohibitively long and guarded by an obscenely well-muscled body guard, no doubt set to prevent the sort of mischief that Y had been about. Undeterred, Y pulled Ryan towards the stairwell that led to the VIP section of the dance. You'll see. Please join us, Charlie."He led them up the gently-sloping beach towards the road, and the group of people standing there. As they got closer, while Jenny was having fun sticking her feet into this huge area of sand, Mommy gave a gasp, and said, "Jenny! Look over there!"Jenny lifted her gaze from the easily-moving sand, and looked where her mother indicated. There was a tall lady there; but she looked odd, then Jenny realised that the lady looked she herself did. She was a Malan. Like I just said we did sign a 1-year contract to do some fashion shows,newspaper ads, and catalog shoots for different shops and stores likePenny's, Sears, and Macey's, and any other store that would need a littlegirl in their ads. I ended up doing almost one news ad or catalog shootevery week at the going rate of $15 dollars an hour, which is not that badat all. Most shoots last all day, and I would end up getting $120 bucksfor the day, that means the lady agent we signed with gets 10% on.