Him sucking my tiny bald clitlet cock. I looked in the mirror at my sloppy face my make up running smeared all over it. My skirt torn stocking ripped ...o panties to be found. Wet towel in the bathroom from when he had to clean me up. (wish I had those photos now LOL could make lots of money selling them). The motel man seeing the photos looked at me saying "you own me $100.00 for the extra time. I had no money and pleaded to him saying he could see I was knocked out and used and was not. He seem very impressed withthe way I was dressed and said he couldn't wait for me to start. NextCindy took me to meet some of my future co-workers. Everywhere we wentthe other women treated very nicely and welcomed me into the company.The guys made every effort to talk to me and ask me questions, theywanted to know where I was from, what school I had gone to, and athousand other questions. Cindy laughed as she guided me away from agroup of guys that had gathered around us. "They're not. Fairchild from down the street,” she asked.Jimmy answered before anyone else could. “She’s too ugly.” No son spoke up for the neighbour lady. Mom had no other suggestions to offer. Releasing my grip on Mom’s tits, I suggested we go in and ask all the mothers.In the kitchen, I suggested we all go downstairs to discuss the matter. When they knew I was going down, all the mothers’ faces lit up. “No, ladies, no games. We want to have a serious discussion. “I don’t know who looked more dejected, the. Big deal. Plus, I do deserve some shit about risking my life, at least as they see it. It isn’t like I don’t have a high-power computer, video games, TV and let’s not forget the full immersion sex suit.I wish there was a way for me to tell my parents how the lightning changed me in so many ways, but I can’t put them in danger. They would be completely honest if they said that lightning bolts had hit around me. No one really saw me get hit and there wasn’t a mark on me. I have to keep them.