So, I figure that ifI can't/shouldn't go to the party all the time, I should have the partycome to me. I've been running ads on Craigslist "advertisi...g" as aparty girl. What I'm offering is this: if a guy brings cocaine andwine to my house, we'll party it up and he can fuck me. It's prettystraightforward. It's worked for me twice so far in the past two weeksand hasn't worked a few other times. Craigslist is pretty fuckingspotty. But, the third time it worked I met Jack. Turns out he. She was in a new field, in a strange, foreign city and expected to make it work without any real training. That thought made him angry. Clearly someone saw potential in Samantha or they would not have hired her, but he was beginning to wonder if Rachel was supposed to be mentoring Samantha or if she expected her to pick it up as she went along. Alex was all for "deep end" immersion but only if the person had the background. He knew that Samantha was not ready, capable, but not ready. He looked. My actions were intentional and paying off dearly. A change in the atmosphere was felt. Michael senses are being tested and his willingness was being exploited. Every motherly fiber is being tested and pushed to the limit, without regards to the possibility of failure. My actions are becoming more direct yet my comments are innocent of intention. My body tingles recognizing that Michael isn't in retreat,...but is absorbing whatever I am bold enough to display. I sat for 15 minutes,... while he. Cheri was heading home to make a couple of calls and then just sluff off until Jacque got home from work. Kallie asked if she wanted to come back a tan when she was done with her calls because Guido was going to a historic site that wasn’t too interesting to her so she was just going to stay at the bungalow, she agreed and left. Guido showered and departed for his historic tour of the area, something that Kallie was not overly excited about. Cheri returned about noon with lunch for both in.