“More than five hundred?” She waves a hand side to side. So about five hundred. “God, think of all the cock you’ve sucked and all the spunk yo...’ve swallowed over the years, you filthy street walker. Gallons of it! What a dirty old trollop you are. You dirty slag, with your big tits and your stockings and your slutty high heels. You cock sucking whore. Do your parents know what you do? I bet your mum and dad would be proud of you, if they knew there lovely little girl had grown up to be a. You swatted my hands every time I attempted a casual touch. I resolved myself to keep it professional the rest of the day and head back home after dropping you off at your home. 'Bummer', I said to myself. 'Total fucking bummer.' The employees all thanked me for the training as they left and you went about closing the shop. You avoided my touch at all cost. As we went to the back to the office to get my things, I thanked you for joining our group of stores. You wheeled around and slapped at me. "So what's theschedule for tomorrow?" Well at nine in the morning they have some tours and buses around thecity... I figure that's not really needed?"She shook her head. "No, you can skip that one. I doubt they let manylittles even go on that one unless it's to tour all of the daycare andadoption centers..."I tensed but nodded. "Sounds about right," I said softly while thinkingof the girls I had been with a while ago and imagining each of them witha mother like Cassie or Chloe. I shook my head. Garrett was sitting beside the fire in the dusk of the 4th eating fresh fried, fresh caught fish, fried potatoes and onions, and pork and beans while he and his grandfather talked. He had just completed explaining his current problems with the women in his life and taken a deep swig of beer to wash down his latest bite. Grandfather Jerome leaned back and watched Garrett for a moment then said, ‘Garrett, I don’t know for sure what to tell you, son. I can tell you some things that might help, but.