He thought it was funny because it was such an ordinary name.A few days later the pager goes off and I go down to the dorm lobby and use a pay phone t... call. This guy tells me where he’s staying and I went back up to my room to change clothes. On the bus ride downtown suddenly the enormity of what I’m about to do hits me and I almost throw up. OMG, I’m going to meet a stranger who is going to pay me for sex! That means only one thing; I will be a prostitute. With the first guy, I already knew. The competition among the women began at that point. Jeena had smaller tits than Tammy or Linda but had the nicest legs and ass of the three. Tammy wore jeans and a peasant blouse to make it easy flash her very nice natural breasts. Linda wore shorts and a top with a front zipper for the same reason. Jeena wore a short pleated skirt, thong, and pull over top which could be easily lifted. She said she chose her outfit to “show off her best features”. At the time I did not consider that the. But it seemed that when pushed to it, I would stand my ground and rely on the rationales I had given myself at 4 o'clock in the morning during a masturbatory fever."You have attention." The word came out deliberately. And almost harshly. "And I would gladly talk to you about these issues; however, I would ask you as a professional to respect my need for attention in the classroom. As an instructor here, I am familiar with this tradition as something that occurred in in the 90s. I understood it. Like he is holding in his anger. But because the men are taking our antics well, he can't stop us.Gwen and Stasia can't keep this up all day. Soon they are tiring and are slowing down. Gwen knows this. So she changes the game. She tosses the rock into the crowd of women.It drops.We all look at it on the ground. I know what she wants but I dare not be the first person.I whisper, "pick it up." Thankfully someone does.It is the mother of the little girl Godiva is watching. Isolde they called her..