Torres. Thank heavens that he was still there, this would be easier than she thought. He was sitting at his desk immersed in stacks of papers when she... came in. Although his brows were furrowed she noticed that it was only in concentration. Slowly coming in she closed the door quietly. But, her movements didn’t go unnoticed because Ben had set down the paper he had been reading and was intently watching the young student before him. Her long blond hair had been pushed haphazardly off to one. It was as she was passing a massage parlor a few blocks from her home tat she saw the ‘Help Wanted’ sign. She stopped and went into the old, ramshackle building which bore the sign, "Massage". There she asked to see the manager. A few minutes later she sat facing the manager from across his desk. After she had explained her looking for a job, the manager replied, "Well, we’ve always got a job for the right woman in this business. You don’t look like a professional to me." "I’m not and it would. Shortly after reaching the base of the stairs, Jeremy heard a knock onthe front door. He looked at Violette who hurried to the door and drewit open. Jeremy's stomach sank as he figured she had called her friendsover to see him. It was, however, an older woman who came walkingthrough the door. The woman paused to look at Jeremy as Violettepressed her chin against the woman's left shoulder. Jeremy looked atthe woman who appeared to be in her mid thirties. She was immaculatelydressed in. ” “As I remember it, you didn’t protest at all.” “No I did not.” “No, I did not,” I said. “I had my mouth full.” She laughed. She had that clear mountain stream quality to her laugh. It danced in my chest. “Put that down.” She gestured at my cup. “Come here.” She reclined on the bed, smiled, opened her legs and held her breasts. “Come here, I’m not done with you yet.” A woman in charge of her wants is a life-affirming thing to behold. On hands and knees I loomed over her. My shadow didn’t.