"Laura did not reply. She continued licking Dawn's body, now up her gleaming smooth shoulder to her neck, then over to her throat."There's this Vietna...mese girl in one of my classes, though," Dawn said, almost as an afterthought. "She's really kind of... you know, wild-looking. Exotic, I guess. Petite... but with a great body. I kind of think of it when I look at her." She looked down at Laura. "You ever do it with a Vietnamese girl? Or Chinese, something like that?"Laura shook her head, feeling. Don't need that for what I do now. Besides ... I don't knowwhy I'm telling you this but I enjoy what I do. I like sex ... even ifthe customer is old or fat or drunk or stinks of cigarette smoke." So you're happy doing what you do?He thought about that for a while and said, "Mostly. I really do likethe sex. I can't seem to get enough of it. But then..."He dropped his eyes to the ground again. I guessed that he didn't wantto talk about the down side of his work. However, I had him talkingabout. (They might come in useful later, and she liked the idea that the assistant had handed them to her in anticipation of how wet she might get when trying them on).Blushing as she passed the sales girl with the three for two in her hand, she was surprised and shocked when the girl called her back.“Excuse me but you had a green pair with you in the changing room. Do you think you can find them for me please?”Vicky was horrified. They were snug and wet around her fanny, and she really didn’t want to. Pain. Of course. A sharp pain. But with some relief, in an odd way. Like “Ah, finally we’re done.” That kind of relief.But she must forbid herself from thinking in this way.She MUST keep on running.She ran fast and carefully as she could all the dark way to the bank close by, and leapt down, hoping this action could buy her some time, only in vain. One of her chasers reached out his right arm, which suddenly went so long as a giant octopus’s foot, grabbed her waist in a blink, hugging her back..