“Have sex with men for money. I could do that if I had somewhere to go.” “Really? That’s interesting” “To earn the top money, the girls al...low it to be filmed and will do almost anything on camera. That’s the top and bottom of it” “I’d be more than happy with that. I really like sex, but boys and men don’t like me”. She once again answered so innocently. I was getting fed up with her ‘plastic innocence’ and thought it was just a smoke screen. Let’s face it, she was having sex with a 40 year old. I was entering the last season of my favorite show when I heard the door handle jiggle. I just turned around on the couch and looked at the door and saw my wife walk in and close it behind me. God, she looked good! My wife was about 5 foot 3 with short blond hair and a soft hourglass figure that just seems to never stop curving in all the right places. She wore heels everyday of her life and I could not get enough of how they made her calves pop. Today she was wearing a tight dress that hugged. He always gave us loads of things to do and took an interest in us and what we were doing, set us puzzles or exercises and checked over what we produced. Dad doesn’t even want us around, he just dumps us with Cheryl and the baby most of the time.”“Yeah, Jake’s a real cool guy,” Jenny agreed, “but he’s much too young for you, Mum. I mean, all the young mums on the ramble group only go along each month because he goes. He’s seriously yummy. Let’s face it Mum, getting back with Dad would be your. More like he wanted a good time and then would quickly bail. Which, isn’t totally terrible to be honest. And somehow that thought allowed me to look at him fully, noticing that as soon as I did, a slow smile crossed his features. Oh jeez. ‘So what’re you drinking?’ he wanted to know. ‘Rum and coke, same as you. I’m pretty sure I’m at my limit though. I’m Alyssa, Aly.’ ‘Marcus. It’s lame, not pretty like yours,’ he turned his gaze to the bartender and ordered two waters, polishing off his.