Not all the people would be my friends.It was early afternoon the following day when Alva and I stopped in front of a three-story building made out of...stone and bricks. It occurred to me that Alva’s friend had to be quite a wealthy woman. The building was at the corner of two streets, and the local market was only a few blocks away. Because of the higher ground, the smell of the city wasn’t quite as dominant here as it was closer to the river. Well, it still was quite enough for me.Inside the. As bold as I can be, I've never just approached a stranger for sex. I usually meet people in gay bars or on dating apps. Some just approach me. I felt like I needed to put some bait on the hook to make it known I might be open for business. I looked at the clothing I had hanging in the closet. Most of my outfits are classy and not trashy. I love the way I look in sharp professional attire. But I knew I could put something together.I put on my black pin-striped pencil skirt with a thin silk. Make some new friends?”“Yes, Beth. They are nice people, never asking for much, and never angling for advantage. It is quite refreshing to encounter people that I can admire.”Beth’s face grew red as she realised what Prudence was saying; that she was being compared unfavourably with these rather plain girls. She did not understand where Prudence was coming from. Beth acted as best she could.“I am happy for you, Prudence. Good luck with your new friends.”“Thanks, Beth. I am doing better in all. We were both happy that daddy realized menstrual blood washes right off, and won’t make a guy’s dick fall off. I found orgasms more comforting than I could imagine any amount of pills or other drugs could ever be. I’d rather have daddy fucking me than all the sympathy in the world. I’m sure that getting fucked every day helped keep my hormone driven, crazy emotions nice and mellow.I suppose Sammie and I are the kind of girls who all girls with cramps hate. It’s nothing personal girls, but we.