And I know I don't have much to offer you." She stopped, blinked a few more times, and almost nervously fiddled with the top button of her borrowed pa...jama top, as if she were readying herself to open it. "But I came to plead for help. I won't ask for much: just a roof over my head and maybe a meal or two. I can't stay on the street anymore, and I'm really hoping you'll ... you'll..."She began sniffling as her rehearsed speech started breaking down. I waited a moment to see if she'd recover. Please give me a warning next time! I texted Allie. Who almost caught you? This guy named Bill in accounting. Tell him to come back and blow him in your cubicle. WHAT? That’s too far. I think he’s married. Plus he’s older and not even close to cute! I could get fired for that. Really? You think the old, ugly, married guy is going to tell the hot 20something ‘no’? And then tell on you? Get real. Suck his dick, Shan, and take a picture for proof. I couldn't even respond. I was angry but. Are you ok with that?"Of course! I think it will be fun." Good. I told you would be more than happy about this."We drove the rest of the way without talking. I was trying to figure all of this out. We got home and Glenda was right behind us. Sandra grabbed her bag and headed for the door. I went back to see if Glenda needed help with her things. I figured they had planned this out well before we all went to Terri and Chris's. We got everything moved in as Sandra fixed us a bite of lunch. I had. " Pipes?" the girl had turned pale as a sheet. "He shot Dwight?" Miss," Fatso went on, "they told me that I was to come, but not why. I swear," he waved at Kennedy, "Miss Kennedy ... she took me twice."Clarice Evans eyes widened. "She took you?" Yeah, she kicked my..." he stopped and coughed. "It hurt. Pipes, though, like always -- he stopped her. That one time. Since then, we're to help her in any way we can. Your grandfather's orders." My grandfather is okay with this?" He told us to do it,.