God, what a fuck he is. If I at least knew his name I could be moaning it right now though. I feel the sensation take me, coming hard thinking of my m...stery man from the park. My breathing is heavy, I feel so tired. The day has been long, and I haven’t been fucked like that in ages. I wonder if I’ll ever see him again, a girl can hope at least. The sun is long set by now, and the sounds of the night outside my window take me into a sleep. I can hear the whooshing of cars speed by as the night. "Annie's too. But I presume you realise this work will drop off dramatically throughout the winter months."“Yes, Frank,” I replied somewhat downcast."However, would I be right in thinking that you'd rather do this than be in the bakery?" Oh God yes," I said. "This last week has been fantastic. Annie's absolutely over the moon as well. We never imagined we'd ever be doing this for a living." Good, good. Okay, now this is what I propose. The local polytechnic run various courses throughout the. She watched those waitresses, young and old, and remembered her own stints in those jobs. It was hard work.The familiar scene filled her with sadness. At least those in the restaurant had their own names and probably a place where they belonged. Most had people who cared about them, loved them and missed them when they were working or on the road. She had no one. Even Jessica Brandt was an orphan. Although there were some who seemed to care about her it was really caring by proxy because of her. No way I was going to accept this and we had a blazing row which ended up with me getting six of the cane on my bare bum and being sent to bed. Miss Edwards said she could tell I had done some work since we last spoke but I needed to do more. I was mortified when she told me about her conversation with my father and how he’d told her I still got the cane when I needed it. She reminded me that my father had agreed that she could cane me if I did not practice properly. I argued that he told me.