My questions were more of a serious nature than Kristy’s because I wanted to know what she was doing up here in Canada all by herself. She answered...in the most candid way imaginable. She told us that her father was messing around with her and forcing her to do sexual things with her. She told her mother about it but her mother just said that he wouldn’t do such things. So she ran away and she had been gone two weeks and was tired of running. She had run away from one circumstance right. He felt her ring vibrate around his tongue, and heard the muffled sound, as a blast of wet wind blew from her shitter.He savoured the moment then pushed both hands on her bum, encouraging her to climb up to the attic.Ivan had put an inspection lamp on a tri-pod, and its beam illuminated the bed, that he had covered with a plastic sheet.The plastic was surprisingly warm as she climbed onto it, and waited on all fours for Ivan to join her. “Is this how you want me?”“I’ll take you anyway you want,. Sharp business attire consisting of beige, salmon, and light blue coats over white blouses to tame my impressive bust, and modest, knee-length matching skirts with low heels seem to work best. Neutral makeup and nylons complete the effect. I would never make myself intentionally unattractive - just more suitable.While I was told from the beginning that this is not a fulltime job, it soon seemed to become one. Not only did everyone from my immediate neighborhood seem to want to stop by for a. " What did you do to keep from going crazy?"Rod took his drink, took a big swig then tilted his glass in a little ironic toast. "Well, booze, for one thing."Gail cocked her head. "For one thing?"Rod looked at her seriously. "Yes. Pot, for another. Don't look so shocked or upset. Everybody over there smokes it. The stuff grows wild all over the place. Everybody does it. And with good cause. Keeps you from going nuts and busting the place up." I... didn't know," Gail said, wondering if she should.