I looked under my bed to my secret sash of porn and I looked over the DVDs I had managed to buy without anyone in the house knowing and well I have wa...ch them a lot over the years, I wanted something new. I went to my laptop and turned it on, I remember hearing something from one of mates about free porn site that has every sort of porn I could wish for. I went to one of the sites that he begged about back when we were younger and he was spot on. I looked down the list and saw a lot of types. ”He blushed beet red and handed over the towel, surrendering the refuge of his modesty, and, as she took it from him, Carmen batted her eyes disarmingly and asked innocently, “In the video? You remember?“Yeah.”“What was the k** doing in the end when Stacey walked in on him?”“I don’t know.”“I think you do.”“I don’t, really.”“How many times have you seen it?”“I don’t know, five, six, ten, maybe.”“I think you know and are just too embarrassed to tell me.”“I’m not embarrassed.”“Then, why won’t you. She rubbed her lower back with a sigh of relief as she hit the return key, which sent the last document across to the printer. It had been a good morning, but now she was dying for a cup of tea — and her stomach was beginning to make grumbling noises. Mrs Rogers glanced across at her. ‘Have you done ALL that?’ she asked with a note of surprise. ‘Yes.’ Miranda nodded with a smile. ‘It was pretty much all typing, and as my CV said – I’m VERY good at typing.’ ‘I suppose that you are…’ Mrs Rogers. There was a demand for someone like me and I arrived just in time. Cute, white, young and willing; by today’s standards, not a lot of money. In the early 70’s I was making a decent living…she understood that alright. Between that and the stipend from Roger; I was doing ok for someone who only worked at night and only for (most of the time) four to six hours. I had my girlfriends who had helped with that or; it would have been rougher to get started in the ‘trade’. We all need friends at times..