After a short interlude he left us again and we sat in embarrised silence, until she asked me, matter of factly, 'Would I fuck him?'My response and lo...k of increduality, resulted in her disposition positively wilting. Remembering my brazen youthful attitude regarding sex and all the encouragement I gave her, she concluded that I might enjoy entertaining her husband and provide him with release of his sexual tensions.As she sat trying to explain everything that had just transpired, I realised. "But... I didn't buy a purse." It's a gift. C'mon let's go," he says as he quickly locks the door andtakes my hand leading me away.We get to his car and he opens the door for me, as I smooth my dressbefore sitting, swinging my legs in as he looks on grinning and closingme in. I silently curse myself for practicing so much and open the purseto reassess my situation. 40 dollars but no keys.... I could get a ridesomewhere else, but where dressed like this? My heart sank further as Irealized I'd be. " That's not the point..." she started.I pressed my finger to her lips. "It is to me. I would be bored, and probably unhappy if you hadn't tried to get some power from me. But it happened, and looked at what's led to. Have you known Danielle to be happier?" she shook her head. "What about Jana?" She shrugged. "And did you know Sammi was having problems with Stan?"She pushed my finger away gently. "I went to model for Sammi once. Stan came on to me. I didn't know they had a relationship outside. Additionally, he will look to us as female authorityfigures to guide him and make the decisions he's too ditzy to handle." The last boy I worked on, Florence, was such a tear away when I firstentered into his life. He was so independent, out every night carousing inthe clubs with his fake i.d. and growing up much too fast. Three monthslater he'd have a tearful tantrum if I left in a hurry and forgot to tuckhim in at his 6:30 pm bed time. We'll have to work out what bedtime worksbest for Dolly..