But I need the money, and…I don’t know if I can do this job.”The woman looked her up and down, like she was sizing her up, and said, “Well, yo...’re very attractive. You’ve got the boobs, the look. I think you should be fine. How old are you?”Lindsey blushed at being talked to this way. What did all that have to do with the job? “I—uh, 22. Do you work there?”The woman smiled. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. And don’t worry about the money, sweetie. Believe, me, this is the way to go. You need. I checked on their addresses and composed a letter to go with the copy of the book that I would send each of them to review. I also set aside copies for my relatives and took them to my parents' house in Early March. Additionally I sent a copy to my old History Professor at Georgia Southern. The last few went to the Boston Council.I received very complimentary reviews from those publications that I sent copies of my book to. Its release was also noticed in some of the regular press that reviews. It’s a little remote, though.”Liz answered, “Oh? You like doing it outdoors? I didn’t peg you as that sort, but I could be up for it, maybe.” Liz’s palm started stroking Sarah’s thigh gently, causing Sarah to gasp.“Erm, no. That’s for later, at my place,” Sarah said quickly. Then, she realized what she said, and covered her mouth with her hand and looked down in shame.Liz moved her hand from Sarah’s inner thigh to Sarah’s chin, and lifted it up. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie.”Sarah. My stockings were torn. There was cum dried in my hair and on my face. Acouple cars passed, and an oncoming one bathed me in bright lights forwhat seemed forever. The driver honked as he went past me. A cardelivering newspapers slowed to stare and then toss papers on selecteddriveways. A dog barked as I slunk by.Eventually I arrived at my house. I rang the doorbell several times andnothing happened. I knocked lightly on the front door, fearing to drawattention, but no one stirred and I had to.