” John answered Paula.Lorraine was about to say something when Paula continued.“You want me to prostitute myself, and my daughter, so you can make...money out of us!” Paula shouted.“Look Paula, Lorraine, I want you to do some escort work,” Paula interrupted “prostitute.”“escort work, and maybe a little modelling. Fifteen hundred pounds each, per night.” John told them.Lorraine was stunned. That was seriously a lot of money. Money for doing what? Fucking a few guys, being taken out. For the last. I’m going to need time to get over what happened. If I were to come back now I’m not sure I wouldn’t kill my father and brother if I found myself anywhere around them. I’m going to need a while before I even start thinking about coming back.”“Would you at least call Sonia and talk with her? I’m really worried about her. She is a mess right now.”“It’s a mess of her own making. She can clean it up herself.”“I’m serious here Bob. I’m afraid she might do something to hurt herself.”“Like what?. Dee could hold her liquor as well as most of the guys Tom knew, and she had become part of Tom's circle of drinking buddies. Even though she was the only female, Dee fit in with the group easily. Because she wasn't very feminine, she didn't cause any of the tensions that an attractive unattached woman might normally cause in a group of hard-drinking guys. She wore her hair very short, had no breasts to speak of, and everyone assumed that she was a lesbian.But Tom had found out from some. She threw her bulging purse onto the chair and crossed to the bedroom. Careful not to make a noise she opened the door to the darkened room. Looking to the bed she saw the shaved head of her loving husband on the pillow his face to the ceiling snoring gently. She removed her dress and carefully kicked off her shoes. At some time during the previous night she had lost her pretty see through black panties so was now commando. She slid into bed beside Mark and raked her long manicured nails across.