We sat and ate breakfast as others filtered in and out. I asked her what her plans for the day were and she said she wanted to talk to me about that. ... listened as she told me that she had a job offer from a Package Delivery Hub nearby and she asked if she could live at camp with us. I said sure enough, there is always room, and that all I ask is honesty first, and to contribute. I warned her that she should avoid giving out any details about living here and to try and avoid letting folks know. Still nothing happened. John put the book back and grabbed another one, same results. He tried this again ten times and couldn't get a single book to open for him. It made no sense, the books clearly didn't have locks. Frustrated he forgot to watch where he was going and accidentally knocked over a massive stack of books. When the dust settled he found himself staring at a new book. It was large and very old the cover was bound in ancient leather. He was enraptured by it and so didn't even. Before too long the door opened and Rachel asked, in that soft, almost husky voice, if she could join me. Like before, she sat opposite, but this time she was wearing a very short flared skirt and soft silky blouse which barely covered the swell of her beautiful breasts. She crossed her leg and the skirt fell away to reveal the tops of her stockings and the palest pink suspenders. I could feel the saliva in my mouth as I drooled over the sight in front of me. This was exquisite torture. My mind. ” With all the info I shared with Michelle in the last hour, including our bank account info, Michelle said, “Kristin, if I need more I’ll call you. I don’t think I will. I think he will settle out of court by Wednesday.” Then Michelle added, “I know his attorney well. He has the hots for me. I have a few outfits that drive him out of his mind. This will be a piece of cake; I always get what I want.” I thanked her and leaned over to give Michelle a friendly kiss. Then to my surprise, Michelle.