I was wet. She returned shortly with a tray of tea. We talked for an hour, about massage, life, trees, the wind, finally she told me that some of the ...arge resorts need women and sometime men to do casual massage on their beaches. She told me I would be a perfect girl to do this and that the pay was very good. She told me there were many levels of service. Her massage course was basic. Five sessions each two hours. The first four were done with a partner, who was also learning, the final. I walked over to the address she had given me and found it to be a modest apartment building. I went over to the door and quickly located the door bell next to the number that had to be hers. I rang the bell and with a buzz, the front door opened. I swiftly made my way through the hallway and took the elevator to the third floor. Arriving there, I located her apartment to find the liquor store lady waiting for me in the door. She was till wearing the same brown pants and brown sweater she had. Say it out loud if necessary. Just think of the Beverly Hillbillies and you will catch on. If you can’t appreciate this then exit right now, please.“Hi, I’m Amy Lou. Whut chew want?”“So thet worthless brother of mine owes yew money, and he said Ah’d pay it off with pussy, did he? Well, Ah owes him and yew looks decent, sew Ah guess Ah’ll dew it. Cumon in and let’s set a spell furst.”Now you gotta understand thet Ah ain’t no whore whut goes round fukkin fer money. Shore, Ah fucks a lot. But it. The last hour was a steady rain. It slowed us down but we made it to her college dorm parking. As luck would have it, I couldn’t park close to the door. Stopping as close as I could to the front, Jessica picked small bag, opened the door and ran into the building’s doorway. I then parked in an empty spot, turned to grab my own overnight bag and resigned myself to running through the downpour! We shook ourselves as dry as we could, and went inside, up to her room. We’d get the rest of her stuff.