Just half-way between a stroke and a slap. “You would,” I said. “But girls enjoy looking like prostitutes. Secretly. Go on, admit it.” “O... course we do,” I said. “But only when all the other girls are looking like prostitutes too. When it’s the fashion.” “Well, I’m glad it is now. The shortest possible skirt, the longest possible hair and the highest possible heels—that’s my idea of the perfect girl, and don’t you forget it.” “Or no skirt at all—just the heels and the hair,” I said,. My beauty was near enough, but appeared engrossed in the cabbage patch. Half a dozen other, less appealing lasses were closer. There was no way of knowing for sure which had spoken, and whether it was a tease or a serious flirtation. I noticed one chubby teen giggling with her friends, and assumed that perhaps she had just performed a dare at my expense. I’m sure I blushed. I looked down, taking a moment to collect my composure. As I looked up, the black haired beauty was staring at me,. Normally I watch alittle while, just to make sure everything is OK but I've got to coverthe bar tonight.She'll probably be OK. * * ** * ** * ** * *This jerk is grabbing my ass as we walk to my room. I can smell thebooze on him, hope that means he won't last long. The sooner one ofthese guys leaves, the happier I am. I open my door and he pushes me inahead of him. I stumble but don't fall down.Great, he's into abuse. That is the worse. He looks around the room,then checks under the bed. What. Turning on the light I found Lily’s bed was empty. There was a note on it. She had to go out to visit a friend, but would be back in the morning. Wednesday 14 th July: I awoke to find Lily had prepared breakfast; I loved the continental style breakfast and knew I would continue with it when I returned home. While I was showering Lily walked in, I was tempted to cover myself but decided against it. She said she was sorry about leaving me alone; I smiled and asked her to tell me what he was like..