She talked about herself, and I got the message that it was my job to listen. I understood if I did a good job of listening, I would be rewarded later... She was scared and needed someone to talk at. She had a private room too and was not prepared for being alone her first night at college. I did my job and listened as she talked away her fears.She asked if I had gone into town yet. I shook my head, and she dragged me out of the student center. The town proper was only a few blocks away. The more. Oh, then come in here Iwill need your help." That sure is easy as I just put the big pile down onthe table. I walk into the laundry room seeing sis.Umm she doesn't look happy for some reason. "Did you put all the clothesyou want me to turn into shorts on the table in the sewing room?" Yes I did just like you said." I see that look in her eyes that mommy haswhen I did something wrong.Oh no, there goes the hands on the hips, now I know for sure I did or amdoing something wrong. "Oh really well. When he answered the door he didn't look as casual as he did the last time. His attire now said "chic LA something" as he was decked out in earrings, a tight fitting bejazzlled shirt, leather pants and more jewelry than I could count. I followed him into his photography area and he showed me his set up. There was a big green screen with big lights, a camera setup all hooked to a fancy computer setup in the corner with 3 big monitors and burning incense. I sat down with him at the desk and he. . 'He'd been on the Cutbert farm for three days, now, and he already felt he knew all there was to know about the place and the low-class morons who lived here. The two 'wives' were obviously limited mentally, spending their days doing chores and their free time planning and executing various ways to waylay Roland while he went about his daily tasks. Of course, Roland didn't mind; a quick roll in the grass with a sexy blond bimbo or two took his mind off his heavy chores for the few minutes it.