For one we were becoming emotionally attached—no surprise there as it seems to occur in almost every lengthy affair people have. Secondly, guilt has...been eating me alive lately. I mean he’s a married man. For 15 years now to be exact. I remember the day we met 8 months ago like it was yesterday. I had just got out of a bad break up and just wanted to drink my sorrows away. And then I met him. Trav Northrop. What a weird name I thought. I giggled initially when I first heard him say it with that. She wrapped a strand of her shoulder-length blonde hair around the index finger of her free hand.Momentarily, Stephanie reemerged with Conner. They were loaded down with a large quilt, a bunch of snacks, a boom box, and a pitcher of the lemonade. That was fortunate. She was almost done with her second"You want more lemonade, Jocelyn?" asked Stephanie and giggled."Hmmm?" asked Jocelyn, turning to the dark-haired girl. She had been distracted as Conner bent over to place the quilt on the grass.. Bored we had gone into town for something to do! we went shopping (not my fave). after suffering being dragged round a few hours i suggested we have a cheeky drink in the pub. she agreed. late afternoon drinks are always the best. we hit up the pub having just a few drinks but this led to a few more and this more again... we were having a good time in an empty pub on a late sunday evening. the quiz machine lost its interest and as usual when we were both drunk the horn kicked in. she always up. .. “slut, slut, slut!” She knew the words would make her wet down below and that was important to assist in making her client enjoy his happy ending and leave with a determination to return for another shot at her or one of the other happy young faces willing to be a bad girl in order to do a good job.She hoped her real father would never suspect her of these terrible vices in her mind and the way they actually made her a prisoner of her own depraved thoughts that made her do the humiliating.