I guess they like my face; high cheekbones, blue eyes, and blonde hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. And my friend Sarah says that I have what she c...lls "blowjob lips"—nice full ones, made extra sensuous by the glistening cherry-red lipstick I often wore. In high school you would have thought of me as the "all-American girl". No one—and I mean no one—would have thought that I would become the school slut by grade twelve. I used to wear long—and I mean long—skirts. Big, baggy blouses and. I pull into the drive of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to have second thoughts. But another car pulls in right behind me and they head quickly into the building, so I swallow my doubts and follow them in, making sure to lock my car. Going through the door is like stepping into another world. A gorgeous woman is waiting by the door to check my ID, wearing a dress so small I’m not really sure you could call it clothing. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my. " Nice thought James, but you know we can't guarantee that she'll makeanother appearance, and even if she did that anyone would see, or stop,for her!" I'd replied, before downing my ale and ordering another roundof drinks.He went quiet for a few moments; his face a picture of intenseconcentration, and then looked back at us both again, suddenlyanimated."Maybe there is a way of 'guaranteeing' her appearance," he said as ourfresh order of beer arrived."And just how can we do that?" Greg joined. I had to know what was wrong and what I could do to make it right. I left work right on time and drove home, filled with anxiety. I was worried that something might be seriously wrong and Erin was afraid to tell me, but I had to know. I made it home just as she arrived. We went in together.It was my turn to fix dinner so I had ordered Chinese takeout which I put on the table with some soy sauce and salad fixings. It was one of her favorites so she was pleased. We ate in silence and enjoyed the.