I tried to say, no, and that I new she was losing her job but I didn’t want her to get into trouble.“Fuck them”, she said, “You can borrow my ...pare uniform and you look older than me”, it was true, there maybe 3 years between us but I was slightly taller and a little bigger, she pestered me so much I gave in, like I always did.She went on to tell that she sees quite a few but only in the morning, there was only 2 maybe 3 men I could tag along with her to see, as they lived alone and at least. Obviously someone forwarded the article from theschool paper to them. We knew that letting Kirsten write it was takinga risk. Now the school is being targeted for national attention andpeople that were prepared to just ignore it, will start coming out ofthe woodworks. Damn!"The phone rang, Mrs. Anderson answered it. "Hello..." She quicklyhung up the phone. "Kelly, don't answer the phone, if it rings again.Let it go to the machine."Calls came in all night, many of them quite nasty. . I was attending Oklahoma State University at Stillwater majoring in partying when she stumbled into my life. Ok, ok. My real major was in hotel and restaurant management. The partying was what I did when I should have been studying.I was also working at Eskimo Joes; a well known and popular college hang out as a bouncer. The bouncers rotated through different stations in the building to do their job. We served at the doors to verify ID's and wandered through the crowd to be sure nothing. I gave her keys and told her not to misuse it. I told her to prepare my dinner and keep it in the refrigerator, and I went to work.This continued for the week. On Sunday, as I was home sleeping, she came and saw me and made coffee. She woke me up and gave it to me and continued doing work. This continued for three months. Everything was going right.Suddenly one Sunday, while having coffee, my maid asked for extra money. As I had given her salary for the month, I asked what you did with.