She recalled that one girl on the other end of the hall played keyboard. Not very well, but maybe she would work as a minor backup until they found so...eone better."So, you want to do this? I mean, shit, you're a great draw. Better than me at any rate." Sherrie shrugged, her hands tapping at a pack of cigarettes she had pulled from her pocket. "Hey, uh, you mind going outside? The fuckers won't let me smoke in here."They moved outside, into the January chill. The contrast to the heated shop was. She kept her legs closed, for some reason she didn’t want him to stop. He looked at her, realizing what had happened and smacked her ass harder eliciting another loud moan from her. He started rubbing her legs and she moaned more slowly letting him move her legs open without her realizing. He reached down and grabbed two lengths of cord and tied her legs. She was now fully bound to the bed. He looked at her vagina, with a few hairs that were visible, she must have shaved recently…he lowered his. "Looks like they're closed." Yes, they don't open until 9:30. Lucelle said she would come in earlyfor your interview." Jamie's grandmother tapped on the glass door. Thestore's name was emblazoned across the door. Posters in the glasswindows that ran across the front of the store advertised sale items.Jamie looked inside at the rows of fabric bolts displayed on circularshelves. Do I really want to work here, he asked himself.After a few minutes Lucelle emerged from the back of the store. SkyeP.S.: So you still haven't said what's happening with Daddy and you.What's up with the money? Is it going to work? What is Michael doing? Ialmost wrote to him, but better not. SO???????????________________________________________________________________________________________________________Tuesday, April, 29th (night)Hi!OK - OK. I get the message. "Be quiet, little kid." That's alright; Iknow I still kind of am. But can't you say if it looks like it's good andif Michael will get to stay.