Douglas, I would never..."He cut me off with a gentle touch of his finger to my lipsticked lips."Carole, you need to start calling me Jack, okay?" Yes... Jack, I won't say anything to anyone." This is our secret."I couldn't stop what came out in my most feminine tone, "Yes, darling."Jack smiled as he took the glass of faux champagne from my hands and heheaded over to the bar. As he prepared my drink, he continued a lightexchange with me, which accomplished three critical things confirmingfirst. “ She stook up straight as I was talking. “What exactly is the quota?”She smiled. “ 5 donations a month.” “That’s a big quota.”“We pay very well for it. You’ll make over a million your first year if you make that quota. “ She slides over a folder. I open it up and it’s a contract. The contract numbers are what we talked about.“Five donations is a lot. I wouldn’t be able to have sex for about half of the month to make that quota for a proper sample.” I stared at her to see if she would say. There was a mixture of curiosity and scandal that greeted me as I shook hand after hand, making sure that everyone there got a moment of my time. That took a great part of the evening and before I got more than a sip of Champagne to wet my lips, it was time to get the bonuses from the hotel safe and start the presentations.In the end, we bought the kitchens enough time to catch up, and the late dinner went off without any more hitches. I circulated among the crowd during the dancing and dessert. She took home the pitcher of the year five times and runner-up three years. For nine long years, she led the league in home runs and runs driven in, and every other award they gave at least once. Fucking bitch was a damn Tomboy, soon to be a member of the pussy munching bitch society if she wasn't already.Bitch wore her tops as loose as she cold to hide what little tit she had. Even at fifteen he doubted she even needed a bra. He gotten her in the lottery this year his son was her closest.