"My father was okay but my mother disliked me so much because I was kinda pretty and she was so very fat. When my father wasn't around I got verbally ...bused by her all the time." Oh Martina, I'm so sorry." You turned your life around but I couldn't. I didn't even know how to try." What days are you off?" Sundays and Wednesdays." Wednesday is tomorrow. Wanna go to the mall and do some shopping?" I'd love that!" she smiled for the first time I could remember."Still want that job at Whitman? I can. " I don't understand," I replied."Well, if you can satisfy certain criteria, then the place is yours." What criteria?" I'm not at liberty to say." So when will I know?" Soon."I really had no idea what she was going on about, but if there lookedlike the chance of somewhere suitable, I'm sure I could fulfil thecriteria whatever it was."Okay whatever you say," I said."Good, do they feel nice then Andrew?" Do what feel nice?" My panties of course. The ones you have on, silly."Just for a moment, I. Just the thought was enough to get me growing. I jerked faster then slowed, suddenly feeling myself close to the edge. I didn’t want to finish just yet. I needed one last glimpse. I groaned, the tickling rising up to my urethra, sensing that point of no return…“Dude, what the fuck?!”The outrage came straight on the heels of Mandy stumbling in, standing there and staring after that sudden shriek. I’d heard it all too late, lost in my own shameful lust.She slammed the door behind her. “Jesus. "Steve flinched in turn. Well, the source of the stress levels was pretty obvious. He looked up as more women walked into the room, drawn by Karen's words. One of them walked up to Steve, and said, "Welcome to our home. Please don't mind Karen. She's got a bit of cabin fever. We get so few visitors lately. Please, come in and have a seat."Steve allowed himself to be led to the large furniture setting in the middle of the room. He sat in the indicated chair, across from the couch, where the.