" Oh," I said, I didn't know her father knew that much about meToday she was wearing Jeans and tight thin knitted top, which bulged delightfully."You'...e looking at my tits again, you degenerate," she giggled, "I just bet you would like to get your greasy hands on them?"With that she cupped them with her own hands and squeezed them and slowly walking towards me. I back off but there wasn't a lot of room to move. Soon she had backed me up into a corner."Here give me you hands," she said grabbing. " They can't be serious about my breasts becoming this big," I grumbled."Honey it will be a blessing once you start working. Men love big tits.I'm a 36 D, and my boyfriend wants them to be bigger," she replied."Just remember, even though prices are set, you can get tips and that'swhere you make the big bucks."I sighed."I don't want to be a whore," I bemoaned.She gently placed her hand on my shoulder."It's not your decision, Honey. Stop looking at the past, you're goingto be a prostitute, the. Showing her how to sew with the curved needles and a pair of hemostats to handle the needle took time, but it had to be done. I reminded her to touch nothing but the hemostats with her fingers to make sure they stayed clean.I cleaned my hands and changed gloves too then and we got started. I pushed the sides of the wounds together and Catla placed the stitches. We must have worked on him for over two hours, but it had to be done. None of the claw marks were dangerously deep, but I could tell. At 16 it wasn't exactly legal for me to be working in that industry, but it sure was educational. By the time I was 23 I was a blaster.I could plan a blast chart, plant the charges, and wire them for detonation. I could bring a building down on itself and not bother the buildings on either side; it's called imploding. By the time I was 25 I was one of the best explosive experts in the country. That's why I was hired to go to the Gulf Coast and clean up after Katrina.My last shot had gone off.