That was the day I hooked up with my first American. I was still reeling from Kira, and I was glad to get away for a couple days. I went with a few bu...dies down to Ann Arbor to watch that game. For me, I wanted to hit a game when the weather was still warm. We fully expected a blowout, and received a massive shock with Appalachian State leading 28-17 after one half of football. The whole place was shocked. During the game there was this cute girl sitting next to me. About 5'5", dark hair,. She told me that it would be quite acceptable for Charles to wait in their living room while I was their guest, but I did not want that and I did not want Charles to ever know that she had offered that. Gena said that she might have another way to reassure me. She had given an older woman to her husband as a birthday present before. The woman was one of my dearest chat friends and I had never known she had strayed outside of her marriage until she PMed me and told me to trust Gena and her. 57 a week. It was 1970 or 71 ish. That's to set the background.I never actually received any 'training' as per the job title, my 40 hours per were spent running around all over London delivering sketches, proofs and artwork, collecting photographs (of all the fit young models to go in the ads, once our Charles Hawtrey look-a-like airbrush artist got rid of all the spots stretch marks moles bruises tampon strings black-eyes and pubes), litho plates from printers, proof runs to clients, getting. Call me a car buff snob but I’m more comfortable and feel more in control when driving a car, any car, with a standard transmission, especially when short shifting while wearing a short skirt that climbs nearly up to my crotch. ‘Hi Susan, how are you? You stay in the car and I’ll fill your tank, wash your windows, and check your oil,’ said my mechanic peering in my window and ogling me and my exposed panties. ‘Don’t you worry about a thing.’ Strange that he never pumped anyone’s gas, washed.