It's a good business though. I don't have to work very hard and I make enough to keep me in hot dogs and beans." Hot dogs and beans? Didn't I see you ...etting out of that big blue Navigator before? With the way that SUV guzzles up the gas, I doubt you could even afford hot dogs and beans, not the way gasoline prices have gone up lately." You'd be surprised. On the highway, I get about eighteen miles a gallon. That isn't too bad. Plus, the Navigator is a very comfortable car to drive. And,. I have tongue everyone of their holes. I was his slave and he knew it. I owed him a debt of gratitude for liberating me from myself. He had come to me last night, just like I remembered him. He had beautiful eyes that sparkle through his glasses, and short cropped brown hair. He was slim and agile with a big white dick, but the best part of all was the power he had within. He had looked me in the eyes the first night we met and told me, "I'm looking for someone to sketch and you are the right. Mostly jocks you know?" Well," said Vixen, "what do you think?'"Haven't you signed a lease?'"It's month to month." It might cause some talk; can't be good for your reputation." He smiled and leaned back. "I can imagine the jokes."Vixen laughed and covered her mouth. "You wouldn't mind, personally or professionally?"He shook his head. "Vixen, I doubt that's anyone on this campus better qualified to deal with a bunch of high-testosterone young males than you are. Good luck." He stood and shook. The past week would have been unbearable without them. The smiling big man gave her a comforting open armed invitation of condolence the beautiful 5'3 flower beginning to wilt.Now inside the limo Candice not one for showing her emotions in public began to sob, her knees curled up, her little figure hugging black dress and big rim hat looking like something out of Breakfast at Tiffany's. Her red hair was trailing down over her shoulder her long lashed eyes welling up, cute upturned nose and.