I was great at my job but I wasn't the back slapping guy at the firmthat befriended everyone. He knew everyone in town and could haveblackballed me f...om the marketplace. How would I get another jobwithout a recommendation? Maybe that was my rationale but deep down didthe humiliation turn me on? I spent the next 6 months or so beingessentially his late night office sex slave and was often summoned tohis office (which had a private internal room) for midday escapades aswell. He was kinky too. "No smoke and mirrors today?" No smoke and mirrors." She returned nodding her head. And she looked so confidently self-assured. So lovely."The girls should be busy watching television for a while let's go sit down at the table okay." I suggested."Okay," she smiled leading me to the dining room table.Taking a seat across from her I started right out with the hard stuff, "Was Mike blackmailing you?" No." She responded shaking her head."Do you know what he used to blackmail your friend Megan. But not necessarily on our daughter. Is she going to start wearing thongs next?" Oh... ," Mrs. Young replied a bit hesitantly, "I've been meaning to mention that to you, Honey." What?" Mr. Young asked."She has started wearing thongs. I was going to tell you in case you came across them in the laundry room or something." Ohhh ... really? Kristi again?" They've gone to the mall together. Kristi takes her shopping. Do you really think they don't go into every lingerie store? It's just what girls. And the undertones and meanings of what they said to and about her werethe worst. She would be turning into a teenager in a few days, and itseemed like it was all about sex. The women were bad enough. When theytalked about dating, Rose could see they were really talking about sex.Even when they were talking about clothes, and how she would likely startdressing, and doing her hair and makeup. They seemed to fall into some basic camps. Some seemed genuinely happyfor her, that she would learn to.