"How about things that might not be against the law, but are still in bad taste? Does she do anything like that?" Caleb pressed. "I have a reputation ...hat I have to protect, you know," he concluded primly."Mom doesn't do anything in bad taste," Blake protested, sounding angrier than he had been at the start of the conversation. "Anyone going anyplace with her would be proud, and it would boost THEIR reputation," he protested, defending his Mom's reputation."Oh. Good. Well then, I guess I'm not. This will one day become a part of his stories published. I know he will safeguard my identity. If I am to include all the sexual events or at least the most important cases, still my biography will be very long for him to bring to you. So, while he spends for me while I am here, I decided to narrate you the story myself. Anyway, let me begin.As you know I had to work far away from my home so there was no way I could afford a trip back and forth everyday from home to school. So I had to stay in. The line "up to £1000 a day!!" kept nagging at me - if I could earn a quarter of that just for letting someone fuck me....I went. It was only an audition. I could see what it entailed and still have time to change my mind. Either way: for or against. The idea of a guy fucking me and me being paid for it suggested prostitution. The fact that it was for a film made it more legitimate....The office was on a reasonably reputable side street and expansive and impressive. There were half a. They're theonly reason why I've been allowed to remain here.The priests eventually tired of the disturbance and told her to bequiet. Watching that put a smile on my face. Moments like that alwaysmake those dull gatherings bearable, and lucky me, they're becoming moreand more frequent with each service. Of course, they can't change thefact that the gatherings are little more than an irksome chore, just onemore thing to do before I go to meet with my own flock...I can feel Father McKayle's eyes.