Boys.That was how she'd found herself alone in her apartment, binging on porn. She'd watched the girls on screen, who seemed to be having so much fun... and thought, why isn't that me?So she'd done some digging and found a place nearby that was advertising for new talent. They promised nothing extreme or degrading, just some one-on-one vaginal and oral intercourse. She'd sent them her resum?, with a fake name of course, along with a few pictures of herself. Their response had been quick and. "This is our bathroom, a bit better than the last one but not so exciting," Marjorie said to us both."For once I have to disagree, I can picture some fun time in this room alone," I jokingly told her.Marjorie told us to wait in the bedroom and she would be back soon. While she was away I started having a look in the built-in wardrobes and in the drawers. How anyone could wear so many clothes amazed me, there was a cupboard with shelf upon shelf of shoes on special racks. I thought she had a lot. I nudged her until she batted open her eyes.“Oh shit!” she exclaimed in horror, as she looked at me lying beside her.“Am I THAT ugly?” I asked.“No,” Reba replied. “But we left the pizza out all night.”I had to chuckle because pizza was the farthest thing from my mind. I grabbed my cell phone and called Dave. I had no idea what I was going to say, except I knew I probably owed him an apology.Dave groggily answered his cell phone.“I’m sorry, dude,” I began.“Don’t be sorry,” Dave replied. “Shit. Booting it up the wrong way would take you to a barely used Windows installation, so I felt safe travelling with it.I’d have preferred to do this next bit at night, but time was against me. I really wanted a shower, but there just wasn’t time. Half an hour after I had loaded Musa into the car, we took off.“Destination?” asked K-T.“Riyadh gallery. I’ve got some trash to get rid of.”“Understood. You have four messages.”I sighed. This wouldn’t stop.“Play in reverse chronological order.”“Message.