Bulldog said, “You first.”He went around the room, one by one, recording impressions, guesses, remembered images.I was in Notes, typing furiously ...before I began losing what I’d memorized.Daddy was next to arrive; it’s not that far from Brookside to the Crossroads. Forty-some blocks north with a flasher on his car roof.He gave me a quick hug and read my hastily jotted notes while he listened to man after man speak into Bulldog’s recorder.It wasn’t the crime that brought Bulldog out. It was the. They'll deliberately go out of their way to make your life hell. Still you need the money girl and he pays quite good wages for the work we do. It's not a bad job, or rather, it wasn't a bad job until you opened your big mouth. There's a variety of work to keep us interested. Why on earth did you not switch the stupid intercom off? What will he expect me to do as a slave? Sounded like I would have to sleep with him. Or more crudely he'll want to fuck me. Could I allow that? No, not willingly.. FUCK thinking that I must look awful, I didn’t even look in a mirror before I left shit! I just sat staring at him wordless like an idiot he went to move I thought he was going to go but he took the seat opposite mine he was staying ‘FANTASTIC’ but I still looked like crap so why? I had nothing to lose so I asked why he would be interested in what I was reading. He replied I had a look of rapture on my face I blushed of course I couldn’t tell him why so I told him it was just a romance novel.. Love, Mary."The next day Tracy Gingham realized that I was the perfect person to help her with an essay she had to write, and drove over to my house for tutoring. Tracy was one of Janet's best friends, and also on the cheerleading squad. I had decided, with some amusement, that I was going to seduce all those friends that Janet was so worried about finding us together. And of course, fucking the entire cheerleading team is any teen's fantasy.To my disappointment, Tracy turned out to be a.