Relieved at last, I made the mistake of looking into the mirror. Having gone to sleep with my hair wet it was now a mess again. And with the liquid no... messy on my thighs ... ah what the hell, I turned on the tap and worked my way into the shower.I wasn't surprised when he joined me."Morning." He said taking the soap from me."You're bad." I said with a grin."Bad?" He asked with a mock grin. "I'll have to work on that then."And he did. Right then and right there, the soap became a tool as he. For the money and her career, she told her husband. He hadn't said no. Sylvie Adams may be in her late fifties but by God was she enjoying it. Her travels seemed to have a set pattern to them. She'd head to the bar, she'd find someone she liked and she'd start talking. That was the hardest part; the rest came easy. She had her types; who didn't? Handsome young men and gorgeous young women were her favorite. The type that would be late teens or early twenties, young enough to be her children.. ." he kept muttering to himself.Mr. Blakely had mentioned that that might be a problem. So he provided his cell-phone number which I could use in emergencies.I had thought about telling my friends and family of my new position, but decided that that could wait until later. They all thought I was on vacation anyway. I thought my friends would probably be cool with it (one of them had recently come out of the closet as a gay man, which was cool with everyone). Since my parents were both dead, my. Looking at the clock I realized I must have over slept. Quickly I hope out of bed and start putting on make-up"whats the other thing?" I ask as I putt on my mascara and bright red lipstick."they doubled the pay but there's a lot of legal mumbo- jumbo with the new contract" Jim said"Just sign it!" I replied. Double! that meant I was now going to be paid 500 grand for one episode!"but you don't know what your going to have to do!" Jim replied sounding a little nervous."don't worry it can't be to.