Please! For my baby!"They say money is the root of all evil, the very thing that makes this world go round, more valuable than all the jewel and diamo...ds in the world...They were right, with no job having trouble finding one and my own funds running short, I needed it, desperately."Alright, I'll do it."The woman eye lit up grabbing my hands with a smile."Thank you!" she said something I rarely hear her generally say.My mother gazed with a proud look but Gianna and Lydia didn't, with their own. Both of the girls were wearing shapeless clothing that hid their curves. On the other hand, it was obvious that I was female and my clothes left no doubt that, while tall, I had curves. Bennie and I liked me dressed that way. I liked it because it was cooler at this time of year and that bad guys would look at my chest and not the gun, knife or bare hands that could hurt them. Bennie liked it because he liked to look.I said, "Okay, Bennie. She's clean now." It was hard to tell but my guess was. She had been swamped with new recruits to her training program for the last two days and was in dire need of some liquid refreshments to re-vitalize her dwindling reserves of patience and good will.Her constant companion, the fashionable and petite Yvonne was visiting her unemployed father in a seamier part of the city attempting to sort him out for the upcoming holidays and an opportunity to play the role of Saint Nick for an upscale department store catering to custom-made female attire.. I was a not living in boarding as my home was nearby and use to come to school on bicycle. Life was good school cricket friends till she happened. In class 9 she was our class teacher. And for first time she was to teach us. She was good teacher but it was geography it was boaring excpt for map readings we had this map book which we have to fill, Miss V use to go to each student and see how we were doing, till then I had just admired her beuty I like our map class and was quite good at it . One.