My hair is brown and worn short; I have freckles and wear glasses. I’m 5’ 6” with a slim, almost boyish figure. My boobs are small and my pubic ...air dark and quite thick. I have good legs and I think I hold myself. I look much younger than I am and sometimes get asked for ID when I go for a drink in a pub.I have been married for ten years to an accountant ten years my senior. I do not think I married him for love so much as security and to please my parents. My parents treat him as the son they. I got there on Friday and my new boss Dr. Larson, son was getting married on Saturday so I thought it would be good PR to go besides I saw pictures of his daughter and daughter-in-law they looked pretty good and maybe I could get lucky and meet a girl there. So Saturday I went to the wedding of the Larson's afterwards I meet Mrs. Larson, there daughter Tina and Janna two foxy girls to bad Janna was now married, but there was Tina and believe me I tried my best new job and the bosses daughter I. I gave him a sideways kick and told him to move. He obliged—scared lil pussy, and I kicked back on the hard wooden bench, and proceeded to go to sleep.Next morning came kinda early for me—someone yelling “breakfast” I decided to get up—could be a while till next chance for food. Nobody was talking much. There were six in the cell with me, I figured I wouldn't have any trouble cause they all looked to be younger punk types. Bunch of street thugs and dope heads. This one black dude asked me was I. There was none and the clothes would be serviceable for the future. Bennie and I hated washing clothes on the road and would scrounge them when we could just abandon our old sets unless there was something we liked particularly. There were more clothes still left than would ever be worn before they were useless. I had some nice party things from Atlanta that I kept for those few occasions that gave me a chance to dress fancily. Those I washed and treated gently, while the rest were worn and.