"Why do you want to know?" I asked."Oh, he was checking me out a little when we met. Did you notice?" she said."A little," I said."Ooh, did you like h...m checking me out?" she said mischievously."I guess?" I said. I didn't, really.She smiled and hopped into bed. "Good night!" she said, and that seemed to be the end of that. Over the next few weeks, though, I noticed that Becky started wearing a lot more skimpy clothes when hanging around our apartment, especially when Mark was around. Even when. There is just emotion. “Please talk to me, what did I do?” With tears in my eyes all I can do is press my head against your chest. “…hold me” is all I can mutter as tears start to leave their wet trail down my cheeks. “Oh, Michelle, I’m so sorry, please talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.” I say nothing; just press myself against you keeping my arms pulled tight up against my chest, almost as if it’s a wedge between us. *********** After what seemed like hours of complete silence and no. Did see quite a few things going on in them . especially single men turning up with hard cocks wanting some fun . most nights I would get dressed up and climb out and walk up and down and seeing if anyone saw me , then quickly run back to the lorry and hide . it was a thrill , but as most of us know , every thrill , dies down and you look for the next one .so this one night I was dressed up , the normal kind of stuff , wig , heels , skirt stockings blouse . I tended to wear white , cream colour. 'Doug, I gotta go now. Send that goddam money soon as you... ' She hung up in a hurry and I was listening to that long distance hiss you get on an empty line. I turned on the laptop, sent a thousand bucks to the office she'd told me, some hick town a hundred miles outa Boise, wondered if I'd ever see it again. I realized my goddam beer was flatter than Kansas and went to look for a replacement.The replacement slipped down real easy and a two hit bong as well, and I was laying on the sofa.