Just hairline fractures, fortunately, so there's no need for any surgery. But we'll have to put your wrists in casts, and you won't be able to do much...with your hands for a little while."I panic, but Ashley caresses my hair again and says, "Don't worry, Mary, we'll care for you until you can manage on your own."I relax a little and thank her.Luckily, my private health insurance covers a single room and they have one available. They wheel me down to the room after putting my casts on."Do you. "Great Cous. You're the best!" George exclaimed.I really didn't have much of a chance to say no and Joyce really didn't help much. I'm the best, huh? I felt like telling my cousin the best place he could stick his damn limousine. I mean, I really didn't come all the way to California to take a temp job."I'm telling you, you are gonna have a great time. You'll probably be picking up some famous celebrity." George said in an excited voice.Some big celebrity I thought. Yea, probably Big Bird or. He fixed me up a couple of times, they were always young, hot, looking for a good time and ready to fuck in return for an elegant evening and a four star meal. Many were decidedly, ‘shop girls’, you fuck ’em but you don’t marry ’em. I flew and drove in my travels. I drove in those parts of the country that just weren’t well serviced by the airlines. I liked to just drive until I either got to the small town or city in which I had an appointment the following day or knew I needed to stop for the. I'm an artist and jobs for artists seem as rare as a traffic free commute through downtown LA during rush hour, but I will do what I have to in order to get along.Anyway to get to the part of this story that readers here will find most edifying, I have been spending a lil time on the internet, and after posting a picture and a lil about myself on Yahoo Messenger, I have been approached by a lot of people who just want to talk to a pretty girl, or who want to seduce me, or whatever, but some of.