That's why she had used the word "satisfy," and why the dogs had been sniffing him. He really should have seen this coming. But, regardless, she could...n't do this to him. He would find a way out. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Jacobs, but I can't do this for you. I'm... just gonna head home now.' Helen grinned. "I'm sorry, dear, but I can't let you leave. Now that I told you about this job you have to do it. I can't afford you going and telling everyone. So be a good boy and take your clothes off while. I got dressed in a sexy tight, mini-skirt, blouse, garters, stockings, lacy bra and thong, and five inch heels. I did my make up nice and sexy with red lips and nails. I looked so slutty, and I wanted to make this guy’s jaw drop. We pulled up to each other in the parking lot as agreed. We wanted to make sure we were both comfortable before going any further. One look was all it took, and we agreed that he would go get us a room. He came back and we walked into the room together. We stood there. There were her hands, of course, which were efficiently competent as she cooked or folded laundry. In the dark they had been the source of great pleasure sexually. But up beyond her arms had just been a wonderful, wriggly soft bunch of stuff that supported Connie's head and hands. It was warm and pleasant when it lay against me.But now I noticed the parts. Connie always wore dresses during the day, and nightgowns with similar coverage. Now I noticed her dainty feet, her calves and knobbly. I felt sorry for them until they took the last of my money. I couldn’t report them to the police because I didn’t have any money to pay off the police. I got a ride from a guy on a motorcycle who got me into Ho Chi Minh City. I worked in a restaurant for a few weeks before I could catch a boat across the Gulf to here.”“I think I’d feel too vulnerable without my credit card and a cash card. I carry all the work I want to do with me,” I said, tapping the computer.“A real digital nomad,” she.