Life seemed to be nothing more than the start to finish of a word processing document. Not where Joyce had seen herself being at the age of twenty-eig...t but as she kept telling herself, “Beggars can't be choosers.”To be honest it wasn't the worst job in the world and everyone she worked with was friendly enough. Admittedly she could live without Jack from management gawking at her chest every time they meet near the vending machine. It was by no means that Joyce disliked being looked at by. ”Apparently, Nat lived by the skin of her teeth, eating the bare minimum to get by. All three did. They stuck to each other like glue in school to prevent bullying and predators.My words, not Katie’s.Jude was a little better off. Her mother was a nurse on the night shift while the long-divorced father was a cop on the other side of Evanston. She saw him once every few months for a weekend, if Jude’s dad wasn’t working. Which was most of the time.Jude never spoke of her mother unless it was. Who was thisman? Where was he from? What did he do? Was he married? Have k**s? She wasperplexed but excited at the same time. Who was the handsome mysteriousguy who swept me off my feet and away in his car........once she had finished he offered her his hand, she tentatively accepted not sure what was next but she had a hunch. Call it women's intuition. He led her upstairs to his bedroom where the warm glow of the fire cast a dim inviting light into his room. He turned and again pressed. His conscious brain screamed at him to and go quickly. His animal brain told him there was an attractive bitch on heat. Now he was lightly chewing her buttock, and her hand was running through his hair flexing and scratching.“Be off, “ she said but her voice was faltering. She shifted her weight and her thighs parted, the smell of sex filling his senses. It was an invitation. He leant forward, almost involuntarily, to take it in. His nose was almost in the cleft of her arse and now her hand was.