She wore black hosiery ,she coldly regarded me over her expensive glasses.She rolled back her office chair and smoothed her skirt.''I've been told you...ve been behaving in an obscene manner behind my outbuildings,it that true?''One time I got really turned on and had to bring myself off, I can't understand how anyone could have seen me.'' There must be a mistake'''' They have a description of your privates,now show them to me so I can make my mind up ...come on I haven't got all day'' she. Pretty girls who left their small home towns with stars in their eyes and their brags of success still ringing in their ears... Pretty girls who came home eventually when all else failed, tired, hungry and broke. But still pretty... It was the desperate pretty girls who were easy prey for Paul J. Price. "Just long enough to get enough money to go home in style." That's how he always put it to them. "At a hundred dollars a night, honey, you can go home like a Queen!"Carolyn Vance didn't care. I am not in gay sex, but you let than man finger you. I wonder what it’s like having a finger in your ass. It must hurt. Then you sucked him and you swallowed all his cum. On top of that, you talked dirty to him. You are really the best whore I ever saw. It looked like you enjoyed it. Are you sure you’re not a faggot?”“I don’t think so. I don’t mind being fucked or sucking. Its sorta is nice. Anyhow now we have the money for our little brother, so he can get some medicine and not be in so much. I was wrong.The doorstep had someone standing on it I wasn't expecting."Trisha!" I exclaimed. "What brings you here?" She looked at me in a curious way, which I completely missed."Hi Paul." she said in a serious tone and I ushered her in, offering her some tea.She followed me to the kitchen and I put on the kettle."How are you keeping? You're looking well." I enthused. Again, she had that questioning look in her eyes and still, I missed it."I'm fine. You're looking er, different." That stopped.