Trust me, my mother is nothing like you."I laughed at him, the pot making me silly. "Hey! Watch it. I'm barely old enough to be your mother. I had Dea... very young." So you missed this whole college experience." I'm having it now, aren't I?"Ben leaned in and kissed me. Kissing him back was so natural. When he eased me back onto the bed I went with him. The other thing pots does, aside from making me silly, is to make me horny, and that combined with flirting with younger men, had me incredibly. The others were all porn pimps.This lady came highly recommended and confirmed our earlier telephone conversation. She would do a full-bodied deep tissue massage concentrating on the problem area but emphasised my need for total relaxation to achieve complete muscle accessibility. As an added incentive she offered this service dressed only in her high heels and underwear, and to ensure total relaxation would include a “happy ending” if so desired, all inclusive in her fee of R100 more than her. Ha, ha," she laughed cruelly."All right," Ruth said, trying to fight back her tears. "I know something about you that I think might interest the Kamp Kommandant."Ruth collected all her inner forces in order to finish what she had started. "I know that you and Gretchen are lovers. That is forbidden," Ruth told her."Oh you do, huh? Well let me tell you a thing or two. The Kamp Kommandant doesn't see Jewish sluts. And he wouldn't believe you. Never! You try anything like that, Bitch, and you won't. Her straight brown hair was down to her shoulders with her bangs pushed to one side. She looked elegant and sexy and that exactly the look she was going for. She hung her name tag over her neck, Sandra, she wished it would mention she was a manager that she had worked hard to become, but it didn’t. She wanted to put her contacts on but she didn’t have time and she had already done her eye makeup so she decided to just put on her red framed glasses and hit the road. She managed to get to work on.