" How will I know which is your car?" It's a big silver German sports car; you can't miss it"Having loaded the groceries into the trunk, I sat as calm...ly as I could in the driving seat and gazed out through the windshield. It was starting to rain. In an hour, I'd be home in the warm, with my new lover. In two hours, we'd have seen off the first bottle of wine. And by 10.00pm - with any luck - I'd be on my back in my big king size bed, being given the first proper fucking I'd had for almost a. The times and places are real. The characters are based on real people. The activities described herein are totally the product of my vivid, warped imagination.DECEMBER 16, 1965.I walked up to the door, and just as I was about to ring the doorbell, it opened. She was a vision of loveliness, standing there in a cobalt blue dress. Satin skirt, velvet bodice. I was speechless! Her name was Debbie. Tall, nicely put together, Red hair, green eyes, an infectious smile, she was a junior who. Latrell had discovered her after all and gotten her a job."Listen Ann, I don't want you to do anything you don't think is right. All I can promise you is that I will make the pictures as tasteful as possible and that I can touch them up a little to make them look like someone else." I don't know." Ann, I'm not supposed to tell any of our models this, but we've got a lot of big contracts coming in next month from some top companies. Don't blow your chance to make it big. All the supermodels have. Dena hopped up as well and ran after her. Ashley and Kari stood up, lifting me from the floor as well. We went into the main living room, where Meadow had turned off the blacklight and was lighting a series of candles. Dena turned off the music, leaving the five of us in silent candle light. “You’re breathing heavily,” Kari said as she touched my face. “Are you nervous?” “Well, yeah,” I said with a small laugh, “I mean I’m not really sure what’s going on here.” The alcohol was clouding my.