‘She knows you’re an important person on the set and she wonders why you take so much interest in me.’ ‘I just don’t want to see you come t...o any harm going home from work.’ But Emma was aware that other people at Harlot TVhad commented on Emma’s friendship with the girl. What it was, she wasn’t sure, but she spent rather a lot of time thinking about the girl. ‘My mother would like to meet you, you know,’ commented Maisie. Emma felt a sudden rush to her throat, and in a slightly throttled. My parents were never really around and they expected me to take care of my younger brother and sister while they worked. When I wanted to go to college they never supported me and told me to find a way to pay for it and I ended up in that shit job at the library. All the guys I dated were slobs working dead end jobs who just wanted to get in my pants and didn’t give a shit about me. Am I such a loser that my only real relationship is with a man who forced me into his home? No, I’m a good. The next thing I know, I'm onstage. The lights are hot and bright. Mymother is somewhere backstage and Maury Povich is shaking my hand andintroducing himself.The show starts and the theme is mothers who dress too sexy and embarrasstheir kids. There are a number of girls and boys sitting onstage, andMaury starts interviewing them. One by one, he finds out their stories(the mothers dress like tarts and it is embarrassing for their children tobe seen in public with their mothers dressed so. The more I looked at her boobs the more excited I became."Giselle, for god's sake! Calm down!" Kara shouted.I finally got the door open and I quickly got out to catch my breath. The cool air felt good against my face.Kara slammed her door and walked round her car and spun me around. I saw an angry look in her eye. "What the hell was that about? What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you keep looking at my chest?"I tried to look away from her but she forced me to look at her."Giselle tell me.