Omar led Jenny to the front window of the whorehouse. It was about ten feet wide and built like a commercial display window. It had a high wooden bar ...tool on one side, and a five foot long love seat, or small couch in the center.Omar placed Jenny on the love seat. He had one of the other women let out her French braid and comb it out. They placed Jenny so her head hung over the arm of the love seat, with her hair cascading over it. They placed her left leg so it hung over the side, with her. I spent most of my free time these days reading books that Mrs. Murphy checked out for me from the Public Library because I was too young to read them. She told me it made her feel good to be doing it because the poor woman was not a very good reader and she liked the fact the librarian figured her for a real live “bookworm”.I had already turned 16 but was still too young to smoke cigarettes, drink beer, or even check out an adult book from the library. Now, when I say an “adult” book, I don’t. I didn't know whether to be offended or not. I said to her, "Well it's true." Fine, let's bet on it!"I wasn't sure if I'd heard her correctly. "What?" I asked Veranda."I said, 'let's bet on it!' We'll play a little game. If you win, I'll get you that 50 inch television you've been drooling after. If I win..."I didn't wait for her to finish. "As tempting as that sounds, I'll pass. I'm still a little tight from the punch we drank. But if you can wait until morning..." You drank! If you recall, I. "It won't be a case of 'this iswhat we can do for you, but only if you sign up for a correspondencecourse'?" You really have come across movements like this before," laughs Gemma."But it's not a teaser, it's the whole show." I can't say I'm not tempted. But as you can probably tell I'm a strangerup here, and the truth is I've arranged to meet an old mate from collegefor a few bevvies before I go back on Monday. Can't see him being toochuffed if I drag him to a self-help gig. Him or the rest of.