She still had a lot to learn, however, she was excited at the prospect of working with patients and their myriad of problems whether they be physical,...mental, emotional or even, and here she always giggled, sexual. It was by chance that she stumbled upon this career choice when one of her last boyfriends had had an awful motorcycle accident that had left him almost paralysed and near suicidal with depression. Nothing Emma did had seemed to help, however, she was ever present as his therapist. That meant she didn’t have the right clothes or the latest gadgets, the good makeup, or a decent car. These things all ran through her head every time she hung out with her circle of ‘friends’. And that made her insecure. Still her senior year had gotten off to a good start. Unlike all of the other seniors looking forward to far away and expensive colleges in the coming year, she knew her destiny would be the local community college, and she would likely have to live at home and commute to. Juan would keep these girls at his home if they were new to the business so he could train them in the ways of pleasing a man. Plus it gave him the first chance at these girls. Looking out the glass patio doors I saw a girl that was fine in all the ways a woman needs to be. Juan saw me looking at her and told me she had just arrived at his home three days ago and that no one had touched her yet. He would usually let the girls get used to their new surroundings for about a week before beginning. "Now what kind of thing was THAT to say to a guy like me? I felt the need to smooth things over."Look, if you're uncomfortable with this, or the way I'm doing it, that's fine. I don't ask anyone to do anything that makes them uncomfortable. You don't even have to be in the project. I can toss all my notes on you and you never have to think about me again." Oh, you're good," she said maddeningly. "I can see it now. I just thought you were Joe Normal, but you are a brilliantly devious young man.".