’ We walked towards the front of the building. There, in the parking lot was the pearlescent corvette. We looked at each other. ‘That blonde is in... the building, let’s see who she is.’ We took a couple steps, Milt stopped. ‘You know who she is.’ ‘No idea’ I responded He looked at me. ‘Who’s the new secretary? Who’s the blonde?’ It dawned on me and he was right. Mystery solved. We finished our shift and went home. Over the days and weeks, Donna and I crossed paths through the course of normal. At least once a week I was a worthless whore at her trailer. I would be at her trailer, ready to serve her cliental. Of course most the Johns picked one of the real girls over me, but there were the occasional guys that wanted some thing different or couldn’t wait. I didn’t mind. I just craved being in this sleazy environment knowing I was nothing more than a piece of useless meat on sale. After all I was tainted merchandise; I had a cock between my legs instead of a juicy cunt. The. She was wearing a long, cream linen dress with sandals. Her hair was loose and shining. She was wearing no jewellery except for two huge hooped earrings and a watch.I decided I did not care if Sheldon had other women while we were apart. Perhaps it was not that I didn’t care, more that I could not know and therefore to torment myself would serve no purpose.I re-read her letter that had arrived that morning from Paris.My dearest Alicia,Paris in spring is stunning. I do so wish you’d come with. Finally, she broke the awkward silence as slurred words emanated from her mouth again, "I hope you guys didn't mind hearing the graphic the details of my situation, but I thought it would be helpful to share as much as possible as I know you both are experiencing similar circumstances. With that, I hope you don't judge me or my husband; I'm trying to come to grips with this whole sordid situation myself. Anyway, enough about me, I'd really like to hear about each of your circumstances too.".