These last couple of months have been a disaster. Since Christmas, her grades have dropped below the school average and she has missed several days. S...he leaves early in the morning and doesn’t come back until late at night, we are very worried.” “I understand. Is Emma in her room?” I said. Mrs. Gibson nodded. “Please talk to her.” I left them sitting in the kitchen and walked up the stairs to the second floor. I heard music coming from Emma’s room and when I knocked she shouted that it was. I figured if I got the job,I could do it for a little while and learn something about the companyfrom the Austins. Then, I could bring it up and try to impress theinterviewer with the level of my interest in the business the next timethe company was hiring.However, these were idle thoughts because I did not have the experienceto be the Austins' nanny. However, it dawned on me that I might be ableto fake the references, so I called my friend Kathleen. Kathleen was theone person besides my mother. In the background were blurred people going about their office work. A text followed.‘Do you like it?’‘Yes, very much!’‘It’s all yours on Sunday, bring condoms.’Dave began to move faster, but was still gentle, not hitting against her. Jackie started to use her heels to push him into her harder. He got the message and began ramming against her. He saw and felt her react. Her back arched, her legs gripped around him, her eyes widened then closed. Her head went back and her mouth opened, Jackie. I’ll explain it in more detail the next time I see you,” he promised.I was surprised when next he commed Dorothy Shaw. “Hi, Dorothy, this is Don Reynolds. Sorry to bother you on a Sunday, but I wondered if you knew anyone in the military with a top-secret clearance who works with video. I need someone who can make a 3-D projection of a man morphing into something, and vice versa,” Don explained.“Perfect, Jim has to be there in the morning. I’ll go along and talk to him. Let him have my com.