"Honey, for the right amount of money, you can touch me anywhere," Ibreathe into his ear. Thinking that I might be able to earn a littlemore I sugges... the private room to milk some more money from him, "Ithink you're really cute (giggle). If you want, we can go into theprivate suites." Wow, this can't be real. A beautiful girl like you want to be with aguy like me?" he gushes.Like a bolt of lightning it hits me. That's it! It's not real.I turn to Mr. Plesier, who is still playing his game. The advertisement describedthe position as 'administrative assistant,' but at the first interview Iknew that it was to become someone's secretary. Still, I beat out 20other candidates to get the job.Maybe being raised by a strict step-mother and older sister caused me tobecome a little effeminate. At 5' 4" and 130 pounds soaking wet, I wasnever a good athlete or into sports. When the other boys were outplaying, I was with mother helping with cooking and housework. And mysister, Kerri, used. My mind froze and I wasn’t sure what to do.‘Was she going to kiss me? Did I want her to kiss me?’I didn’t know anything. I was lost and captivated by her.She moved closer to me my heart began to beat a little faster my breath shortened. I could tell she wanted me and I wanted her to take me. The dance of anticipation was in full swing, and I was just a willing passenger to where she was going to take me.‘You have very beautiful eyes.’ she said as she placed her hand on my leg. ‘It’s nice to be. He was an old man, in his sixties at least. He was tall and wiry. His build was rail thin, he had a thick beard, but an almost emaciated face. He had a tight fitted camouflage cap, and a military style jacket and pants. He looked anxious, twitchy almost. I later found out from Mr. Dudley that he was an old army vet with a few screws loose. He was very paranoid and eccentric, but apparently used his military knowledge to build the best surveillance equipment store in the city, for whatever that.