They were making almost four dollars an hour. On top of that, they were getting benefits up the kazoo. Sick days, accumulated time off, medical, denta..., free beer. Shit, they had it great ... way better than almost anyone but a longshoreman. So, listening to them talk about a strike that summer for even more seemed unreal.I never asked what I was getting paid until I signed up. All I was told was I would get the same as any new union member, even though I wasn't in the union. They didn't want. He had warned Jenny about not leaving the hotel."But we are in the hotel grounds. Jenny has just gone for walk by the river in the hotel grounds..."The others all stopped and looked at Jenny. She blushed at being the centre of attention. Everyone was looking at her legs and her midriff, and the full breasts straining at her tied shirt as though they had never seen a woman before. It was embarrassing!The faces on the watching Arabs were calming down now the girl was in cuffs. The police came. “What happened?” he croaked, feeling as if he hadn’t spoken in years.His eyes still closed, Ben felt someone whack him in the arm again.“You tell me, dipshit!” his sisters voice shrieked from the direction of the whack.Ben’s eyes burst open, “Ahh! Em, what the fuck?!”“What were you doing? Just taking a nap in the woods or something?” she accused loudly. “Mom thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere!”“Huh? What ... I ... was ... uh, just heading home” Ben mumbled as he looked around and. “Ohhh Bob, she moaned.“Am I hurting you?” he panted.“No. No.” Her left hand was trying to get another purchase, to give her some way to push, instead of just squirming on top of him. “It feels ... I don’t know. Just don’t stop.”“Sit up,” he said.“What?” In her mind, the concept of sitting up meant pulling that beautiful thing out of her so she could scoot back and perch on his thighs. “No!”“Just bring your knees up and push with your left hand. I’ll push with my right.”“I don’t want to take it.