We had talked earlier in the week about my needing to find a job as my cash was running low. I was too young to get a Bar Permit and there were few ot...her options. Her note, in an flowing scrip, informed me that a local resort was looking for women to do beach massage. She also left the name and address of a woman who taught erotic massage.The next morning I walked to the address . It was a beautiful Australian beach house. Painted a pale blue, the upper level window opened wide with beautiful. Mind you, after having put up with the back-stabbing at home, the name-calling, bullying and everything else at school, it's not surprising. Not only that, but I had just turned up in a dress for God's sake, I had to expect some strange looks, even from Mandy.We chatted like nothing had happened and I was so pleased that Lily had brought me here although I felt a little odd not having the others here too. Perhaps that rift could be fixed as well, I mean, I thought I had burnt my bridges with. “Are you serious?” I told her that I was completely serious, unless she was uncomfortable doing it. “Are you sure you want me to wear this without a bra? He’ll be able to see my tits all night and he’ll realise that we know that he can see them.” Again I told her that I was happy but only if she was, I didn’t want her to feel uneasy for the whole evening. She said she would think about it, maybe wear it with the bra. I didn’t argue, as I was both surprised and pleased that she had agreed to. Some folks think there’s ghosts up there, the ghosts of them miners, least that’s what they say. The young folks go up there neckin’, and they claim to’ave seen em’. Harry prob’ly thought it’d queer the deal f’you heard ‘bout that. Some folks is funny that way, ‘specially if they’ve got some Injun blood. Never worried ‘bout it, myself, though, an’ my Grandma was a Blackfoot. Fishin’s too good up there to care about a few spooks.” The pipe belched out another voluminous cloud. “Well, that be all.