She was glistening with drops of what undoubtedly was a mixture of water spray, sweat, and her own female lubrication, now awakened by her desires. Th... layer of very fine reddish blonde, peach-fuzz hair blanketing her breasts was dueling with the mirror ball. Her legs were as long as the constitution and her hips drew away from her torso like a nut cracker on steroids. She had intentionally shaved her pussy earlier that day, knowing full well what she was going to be doing this evening. The. In this case, it would be sex-related, so that would mean an end to my nursing career forever.Some of those teenaged girls absolutely thrived on being slapped, or being spanked on their cherry red bottoms like naughty schoolgirls for doing silly things that most people would find humorous rather than obscene.The two girls were both called Jennifer and it was even spelled the same way. Their name tags said “Jennifer, S.” and the other said “Jennifer, B.” They didn’t look the least bit alike. You didn't exactly expect to get an answer from them and sent in the application mostly because there was nothing better to do. You couldn't afford to go out much these days, the bills were piling up and the language in them is definitely getting more surly. More than one is marked "final demand" in threatening red letters. What the hell, it couldn't hurt to see what they had to say, maybe it was a rejection anyway.*CLICK*Dear AlanThank you very much for your application. After careful review. I decided to talk to Mom.Wednesday came and I was up early to help Mom clean the house. My dad and brother were out in the yard, mowing the grass, cleaning the pool and cleaning up the flowerbeds. Mom and I finished in my room and began the unpleasant task of cleaning my brother's.I heard Mom mutter something, turned around and watched her pull a tee shirt from between the box spring and mattress of Eddie's bed. She held the stained garment between her fingertip and thumb at arm's length. Mom.