'Spread your legs woman.' I did just that as my heart rivaled the revs on a Lamborghini. 'Girls like you beg for it, coming into a strip theatre. Begg...ng to be fucked!'He growled against my neck. His warm breath tickled the downy hairs on my neck.My cunt was still sodden, I was alone with a strange man and yes I wanted toexperience the very same humiliation and sex that the girl on stage did. Ordid I? I wavered between these two extremes as my stranger roughly raised myskirt and bunched it. But without a word of grace or gratitude, well, it begins to stick in the craw."Lucy couldn't hold back a laugh. "Bless you, Jack," she said.Jack patted a thick pouch in his vest. "Bless you, Lucy," he said. "I hope the old lord and lady settled a nice little sum on you. You've been in service with the Netherwoods, well..." All my life," Lucy said.A rumbling of iron wheels, accompanied by rhythmic hisses of steam, came down the street."My tram," Jack said."Fare thee well," Lucy wished. "Hope. ’ I replied instead. ‘Do you want me to go away?’ Carlos said softly, the mesmerising gaze of his dark brown eyes searching mine for the truth. My mouth was about to lie, to say, ‘Yes, leave me to my thoughts,’ but before I could speak, I was shaking my head. With a pleased smile, he settled more comfortably into the soft sand and we talked for a while, about everything under the sun. After a while, Carlos noticed that I rolled my shoulders every now and then, the muscles were still a bit sore. "Francesca looked somewhat ashamed at that point but brightened at thethought of getting the academic credits she really deserved."You will, of course, have left school at 16, unless girls went on tohigher ed to be teachers that's when they started work so we need acareer of sorts for your legend," stated Ruth. "I suggest secretarialwork. You are pretty nimble with that Sinclair Spectrum so a typewritershouldn't be that much of a challenge, I've got a couple of old ones inthe office for.