Andyou're still wearing the patches?" I forgot I had the patches on, "Iknow I should have stopped putting them on, with mom and the doctors andall the... tests ...i guess i don't care, I'm tired of hiding who I am andwho I want to be, I can't let puberty turn me into some hairy, musclebound guy like my dad and my brother, i know i'm going to get caught,but I want and need to be a girl so bad Jenny, I didn't come this far tostop now" she smiled, "You really have it bad don't you? I guess i takefor. So dont worry. If you want your job... just do what he wants. He wont bite....and then he winks and the asshole driver leaves.I decided I want myjob... and proceeded to undo my blouse button top , already he was getting his cock out, seems he does this all the time to his staff anyway... I thought...so I did it, i took out my left breast which is a 35 d cup, the horny bastard is now stroking his cock... it was fucking hard and huge...He leaned over and started to cup my breast and sucked on. But instead of getting huffy, she calmly repeated her order and then waited patiently.Once we both had our drinks in hand, we headed off towards the classroom. But we didn't get more than twenty feet away before Amber took a detour, found a convenient bench, and then sat down. I followed her.We sat in silence for a few seconds as the pretty blonde was clearly trying to compose herself. It was perhaps the first time I'd ever seen her rattled, except perhaps for our surprise meeting at Carmita's. We didn’t worry since Jed was honoring his handshake agreement.That suggested an idea to me. When we got home, Jo added the line: “Freelance & Contract Work” to our business cards. We ran off another dozen cards that I put into my billfold. Jo also put some in her purse. That suggested that she planned to travel outside the house by herself, and that was blessed news for me. I didn’t say anything, but I was happy for her.We spent the next two weeks freelance hunting, except for the work under.