" So, this is a university production?" No. It's independent, but the University station will get first rights for airing it. It's syndicated. Profess...or Phillips is supplying equipment, cameramen, and editors." It's like, legitimate, though, isn't it? Like not porn?" Cathy asked."Definitely not porn. It's a cooking show." I want to do it," Dawn said. "Will you tell her?" I'll let her know you'll call," I said. That was all the conversation we had time for. This professor launched into his first. This woman was no exception. I told her how great her features were and how she looked more like a teenager than the mother of three. Finally it was time to move in for the kill. “Even in that big old bathing suit I can see you don’t have any stretch marks. Too bad it covers so much of you.”“So much of me? What do you mean?” She wanted more admiration.“Well, what Mom did to get an all over tan was to cut her bikini top until it covered just what it had to. At first she tucked it in on the top. Just about everyone in school knew you two were fucking each other.”Erin looked in the rearview mirror and could see my face get beet red. She giggled and let out a little laugh.“Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of opportunity to fuck each other’s brains out when we get to my house. Ryan and I are going to make you forget all about last night, Meg.”Minutes later, the Corolla rolled in her driveway and we walked to behind her to her house. Ryan was watching the wiggle of Erin’s ass while at the. At twenty, he was thought to be more of a problem to manage. Most of the service company sponsorships were kids not long out of school.“All right then,” Phyllis had said, pushing the file into her bag as she got to her feet. “Come with me, boy.” She had stopped and turned as she got to the door of the office, looking back at his supervisor. “Sorry,” she said, “what was his name again?”The supervisor looked down at her notes, failing to recall it herself. “Harry,” she said.“Fine,” Phyllis had.