My pay was £8.57 a week. It was 1970 or 71 ish. That's to set the background.I never actually received any 'training' as per the job title, my 40 hou...s per were spent running around all over London delivering sketches, proofs and artwork, collecting photographs (of all the fit young models to go in the ads, once our Charles Hawtrey look-a-like airbrush artist got rid of all the spots stretch marks moles bruises tampon strings black-eyes and pubes), litho plates from printers, proof runs to. And I do have to keep it. I can't just be the plaything of a rich girl. What if you get tired of me?"Amber sighed as if annoyed. "When can you come over?" How about five-thirty?"Amber sighed again. "I guess I can play with my kitty till you get here." I didn't know you had a cat. I didn't see it when I was there." Laura let a little wry twist into her voice."The hell you didn't, girl. You buried your pretty face right in it. I'll be waiting. Dying to see you. Really." She hung up.It wasn't. The sporadic bright lights of passing cars would fill the cabin, providing a flicker of blinding light. Jack yawned sleepily in the backseat after an exhausting day, a hot, sweaty exhaustion that could only be felt after spending the day in the sun. They’d all spent the day at the beach and, other than short five-minute visits when he picked Diane up to go out, it was the first time Jack had spent any time with her family. They’d been dating just under three weeks now and things were beginning. She had already found someone to occupy each room at the house that she rented, but luckily for me, she offered to let me room with her. The two of us have known each other since middle school and have always had each other's backs. Many people considered our relationship to be really strange and often times they thought the two of us were dating based on how comfortable we were around each other.It was already dark by the time I drove up to the new house. I grabbed my bags and made my way to.