This is a very hard job. Many women can not do it." I remembered that to get a work permit women were supposed to be eighteen in Tijuana. But now I wo...dered. "Isabella, how old are you?"She looked puzzled and then said, "I no have the word." She held up ten finger followed by seven."Seventeen?" I asked."Si." But to get a permit..." my voice trailed off."No, this is easy. Mi amiga she take me to la policía and we give him some money and I have these permit, yes." Isabella you are too. Margie was dressed in a tiny white top with thin shoulder straps. She was braless underneath and her firm nipples bulged obscenely under the thin cloth."Mmm, you look sexy", I told her."I feel sexy", she replied with a grin."That's good", I told her, "because I've arranged for Barry to come around tonight".We had dinner then Margie showered and dressed herself in her tiny little, white, baby doll nightie with matching bikini panties so as to be ready for our friend.Soon there was a knock at the. M knew what he meant and got the thing for him, I think it was something herbal if you know what I mean. M said she asked him if he wanted a cup of tea, he said he didn't have time and that his mate was waiting in the car out the front, M looked out of her first floor window and below her could see a car with the engine running and someones arm hanging out the window. Ok she said and then Wes asked her if he could borrow a temper of her, she has always been kind and said no problem. As she gave. ”“OK,” I said. “I’ll call and make sure she’s home.”I went to the kitchen and lifted the receiver from the wall phone and dialed each number in turn, waiting while the dial spun back. I was glad her number had mostly digits less than six, as it was faster to dial than our own, which annoyingly had three nines. I wondered, distractedly, who at the phone company hated my dad enough to give him a phone number ending in 9799.“Nash residence,” April’s father said when he answered the phone.“Mr..