I love to fuck, so it’s no big sacrifice to turn a few tricks to get by. Please feed me and fuck me. I’m hungry for both mister, and you are prett... cute, so I’ll definitely enjoy it for a change,” She said.“Do you know what a wolf does to a rabbit, little girl? He eats her, and not in the pleasant way. There’s blood and a big mess. Let me just give you money for McDonald’s and you run away as fast as you can. If you convince me to let you in, you will be sorry, and it won’t end well at all,” I. ”“You’re interested in learning to cook?” she asked.“One of us ought to.”Kara picked up her bag. “Well, I’m off.”“Have fun.”She rolled her eyes. “Right, with my mom in her funk over Arthur. See you later.”Adam returned to his desk and opened an email from a prospective client asking when a proposal would be forthcoming. He brought up his word processor and began typing up the proposal.He heard his cell phone ringing in the kitchen where he had left it. The ringtone indicated a call from Kara’s. They could watch plays, operas, jazz, and rock bands. Then there were the ‘art’ films being shown in high brow specialty cinemas, and on campus.By the time they finished lunch, it had been decided that they would go to a local jazz club to listen to a performance in a women in jazz series. Neither knew what to expect, but they were going to approach it as an adventure.The decision to go to a live performance had cheered Betsy significantly. It was to the point where she had basically forgotten. * Today * In the next chapter of ‘At the Summit’ we will rejoin Dean as Maria shares more. And for readers who joined this series with the ‘California Zephyr’ stories, the ring circle begins to close. *** Stop here if you are reading this aloud! *** The next paragraphs are for our women readers only. Someone asked me why I was so explicit about Sophia and myself, when the story isn’t about us. Doesn’t Sophia mind? The answer in brief is ‘no, she doesn’t mind.’ It was her idea, after several of.