.. let me blow you a shotgun."Silvio arched an eyebrow. "You sure you're not gonna burn yourself?"he asked doubtfully, eyeballing the blunt himself."N...h, I can do it... what? Are you scared?" I teased, sticking mytongue out at him a little as I exhaled slowly. "C'mon, don't be apussy!"Now it was Sil's turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever man... just don'twhine like an emo when you blister your tongue."I giggled, extremely stoned, and took another drag. This one wasn'tquite as big, since I needed to. We said our goodnights. And I couldn’t seeanything really wrong with any of it. Could I?The next day, when she got home, I took my boldeststep yet and I went through the wash hamper after shehad unpacked. As I thought, there was no cum-stainedpanties. But there was a pair of stockings and sherarely wore stockings. Although the new dress shebought a few weeks ago, well that needed some sort ofhose. And sure enough that short dress was also in thehamper. Although I couldn’t work. Then when we started bending he learned to measure to the inner angle so it would be accurate. As we went along, I called out the number of the part so he would remember to number each piece and the significance of numbering the pieces. We cleaned up all the ends, setting up the stands, and tacking the front end first, followed by the rear, and finally the cage.It took us an hour to re-measure every thing as something was out of kilter. When we found it, we had to re-tack several pieces to. Come on girls, weve done it for a hamburgers and a movie, so why not for a trip to Europe. I dont know Lynn. Were talking about prostitution here. I dont want to be a prostitute. No, not a prostitute, Gloria corrected her friend, a high class escort. And we only have to do it once. The girls argued about it for hours but in the end they agreed that it was the only way they could raise the money they needed in time. The next day they all got into their sexiest outfits and applied enough make-up.