"Might as well. There's no point in doing anything,anymore." Look, I know it sucks not getting to perv on a hottie like Claire everyday, but it's not...the end of the world," Ian tried, poorly, to reasonwith me.Letting my hands fall from my face, I glared in annoyance at Ian. "Yesit is. She's never gonna talk to the creeper that used to leer at herwhile she was sunbathing. Everything is ruined!"Taken a bit aback, Ian just looked at me for a moment. It had been twodays since the girl in white. We all wanted him to take the pain meds and hang getting hooked on them, but he wouldn’t. So he drove people away with his cursing and stubbornness. Right about then, Billie answered the ad we’d been continuously running and willingly took the job. We didn’t expect her to last too long. We thought she, er, he, or whatever — that Billie would never last, because Billie appeared to be such a sweet, even-tempered girl. Billie surprised us, managing to hang in there and showing a lot of grit,. She stared darkly into his eyes, then laughed sultrily and let his jewels go. "Is that so. Is, that, so -- Mr. Jackson. Well, do you know what, Mr. Jackson? I'm going to show you what it's like to fuck for a living."She gestured, and the man's nude body suddenly began to shimmer. He dropped a few inches in height, and his body outline became softer. Soon, he began growing pleasantly rounded bulges around his buttocks and... began spouting breasts. His hair began to cascade around his shoulders,. I let them run on ahead along the way-marked footpath, occasionally calling them to heel. All three of us slowed to a walking pace as we approached the large clearing I'd always called The Dell. Ringed by tall horse chestnut trees - now shedding the last of their ochre-red leaves - it was a near-perfect circle, today bathed in glorious winter sunshine. The dogs stood panting at my feet as I clipped a single lead to their two collars, ready for the return trek to the car park. All was quiet, but.