I know that this might sound scary and intimidating to you, but it is the real and veritable truth. I don't know where I am going anymore. I don't kno... what will come and be of me in life. It is either I kill—or I get killed. I was only seventeen years old when I first became a prostitute. An underage, you might think right yeah, and I really was immature and babyish then. Being a streetwalker during night is not something I foresaw myself doing and pulling off zealously and laboriously in my. They helped her to the sofa to wait for dinner. Betty, as per usual, ran all the men out of HER kitchen. They could Jolly Well, in her words get out of the way. This is women's work. Dave was allowed to stay long enough for all of them to see Sarah, then HE was run out with the rest of the men.Before long dinner was on the dining room table, the places set, and everyone was called in to eat. Mama Campbell had brought several packages of fresh venison, and a roast, with potatoes, carrots, and. Great. Moving toward the kitchen cabinets for some spare bulbs, I flipped those switches up. Those lights didn’t come on either. What the hell? I turned around to go look for a breaker box, and I saw strange boots in front of my leather chair. Tall, black suede stretched upward, to a pair of fishnet legs. My heart leapt through my throat. A beautiful, bronzed face whipped into the single sliver of light, cast from between the blinds. Dark, long black hair cascaded down a red trench coat.. Derek wiped the sweat off his brow and gulped. He was excited and terrified at the same time, breathing deeply against Miranda's back. What if he liked what he saw, what did that mean? That would be so wrong right? He tried thinking of it being natural, he tried thinking that it wasn't weird, that it was just a body, but he couldn't. He was about to see his mom's tits. His mom's. That was all that he could think about. His hand trembled as he reached up to the remaining knot, sweat dripping.