You certainly don't get into journalism to earn the big bucks!"Well," said Anne. "let me show you to your boudoir and I will leave you to it. There's ... nice queen-sized bed in the main guest room."Before she closed the door on us she and Zelda embraced, murmuring to each other. Probably some last-minute instructions about not getting blood on the sheets and steeling herself for the pain that would herald her entrance into womanhood.Zelda closed the door and turned to me, a naughty smile on her. Their money went to more promising situations. We made jokes about trying to spin straw into video cable, but only managing an elephant's tail.As a sidelight, we played word games with my opponent's name. There were many unfortunate possibilities, "Custler Fuck" being the most obvious. I gave strict orders to never use the phrase, even in-house. However, using "CF" in a graphic was fair game, as were any rhyming words (can you believe there was a professional hockey team called the Ducks?). We. I warned her mildly to concentrate on what I was saying to which she pulled her chair closer to mine, so close that her thighs were touching mine. I skipped a heart beat. She had a sexy voice and made the best use of it. To my great surprise I realized that I was getting drawn towards her. The next day when she turned up she was clad in a split skirt, the slit being in the front. What I felt odd was that when she took her seat her upper thighs became exposed. I wondered how her parents had. She knew what was coming, what she had said. "Mrs. Robertson..." she started to say.Justin's mother was quick to cut her off. "No Julie, you'll get your chance later tonight, or maybe on another day. For now all we'd like you to do is listen. Right Jane?" Yes Mary," said Julie's mother. She turned to her daughter. "Honey I really am sorry, we both are, your father and I that is, but we really do feel you owe what's going to happen here tonight to young Justin."Julie shrugged her shoulders, saw.