“Oh fuck, she’s not wearing any panties!” She was laughing and having a fun conversation on her phone. He watched her rub the inside of her long... legs then, with traffic at a complete stop, put the car in park. Cliff reached down and grabbed his video cam. Ten years in the electronics business and he had every toy possible. He stretched his leg and rubbed at his crotch to allow his erection to extend. Video rolled, zooming in, then back out again, as she rubbed her light brown bush, then in went. The coach saw this and sneered. "Oh, look at the mighty girlfriend of Jacob Stone. See how strong she is. He must want her only for the sex."The driver said, "That's the only reason any man would want her."That voice sounded familiar.But who hates me enough to help Koke like this?"Dan?" I guessed. "Why are you helping him?" I asked, confused."Because." he said harshly."But I thought you were my friend." "You should have accepted my invitations for a date." Dan says angrily. "Do you have any. He was a kind and gentle man. We married and enjoyed a good, if prosaic life. We worked well together and for the most part, we were very happy. The black memory of my betrayal was always there inside me, but I could keep it buried then and he never knew. When he died and I was alone again after so long, I could no longer push it down. It kept bubbling up, tormenting me. I couldn't sleep. I began hiding from life and the few friends I have left. I knew I had to do something." Did you ever. You don't get that in most offices. It's more like a factory than an office block if you ask me. Girls like me are on a conveyer belt of sexual diversion. We're nothing more than live meat as far as the punters are concerned, with clothes to stimulate the punters' rather poor imaginations and holes to be filled. Or do you have a more positive image, Ana dear?"Zabba's views were curiously disloyal for someone who had chosen prostitution as a career."Don't you like working at the Brothel?"Zabba.