I sat up and looked out to see a young girl standing there. I rolled the window down and waited for her to tell me what she wanted. I'd heard about ho...kers who worked truck stops, but this girl looked way too young to be a hooker. It turned out that she both was and wasn't - it just depended on the way you looked at it."Mister, I haven't eaten in three days and I'm desperate. I'll give you a blow job for the price of a meal."Obviously she wasn't a real hooker, not if she was giving blow jobs. .. just for fun ... and that Sarkis who owned a studio who would gladly have them pose for him. As ever with Jacqui I didn't have much say in the matter and once again she demonstrated her independent streak when she told me a few days later that she and Carol were going off to 'put together a portfolio', whatever that was supposed to mean. When she returned later that day she said that it had all been great fun, that Sarkis had taken some great shots (of the tasteful kind) but that at the end. Although she had never been with more than one guy at a time and had not been with anyone other than Bill after they were married, she decided to show him that she was sick of him being good for nothing in bed. She was going to fuck all three of these men right in front of him and do a great job of it. Debbie turned back to David and dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for his pants. He still had hold of her wrist but released it now. David told the others, Get that SOB out of his. Something just wasn't right. Camille walked back to her closet and picked out a tight black skirt and a fresh white blouse.She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror when she zipped the skirt. She couldn't help but smile at the image she saw. She had just turned 37 years old but she thought she looked damned good for any age.She smiled again when she picked up the birthday present from Andy and Evan - a pearl necklace that she had admired in passing one afternoon when she was out with them.