. didn't it." A very jovial, fat salesman leaped out of the bushes with vision of sugar plums ... I mean commission dancing before his eyes." So How y... doin' buddy?" he asked. "Would ya like to test drive this beauty?" Well I'm not..." I began."Come on," he cajoled. "Whattaya got ta lose?" He tilted his head and nodded it. I started wondering which game show he was the host of." Here, relax, just sit down on this thick rich leather and then tell me you don't want to drive it?" he said. "Let me. I wasn't a prostitute and nor was I a whore.A slut? Yes! You betcha! But nothing more than that. Well, overtime, I began to reconsider all that.First off, the bottom dropped out of the IT sector here in the Bay Area.As the new girl at the company which had hired me, sight unseen, fromBack East, I was soon let go from their shop. I also realized that Ididn't have to do anything sexual with these men. By that I mean Ididn't have to have sex with them. Oh, I could bring them to the edgeof. Two of my sons and their wives ride with me,” Mother Sofala replied.Both men stood at attention and held their right fist against their chest in salute. “I apologize, we hadn’t met you yet,” one of them replied.“Quite understandable, we’ve been gone for more than two weeks harvesting the crop you are here to guard,” she replied. They stepped aside to let us pass and we continued on to the house.Our horses and mules made enough noise that Father came out to meet us. Mother Sofala flew into his. " "Why now?" I said, curious as to what made me more special than theapparently numerous other guys these women had enjoyed on their lunch hour. "Well, the first time she said didn't join in because she wanted a whiteguy. When we had a white guy come in to mess with the copier, she said shewanted a tall white guy. Then when that big Italian guy from the supplycompany came in with the paper, she said he had to be a tall white guy withlight colored hair. And then when the guy from the.