Stacey was a different matter. This time, she was riding shotgun as I drove us up the road toward the Bad Hoss. Porn “You want a job? “C’mon, Larry, admit it. “Listen, Darryl,” I said, trying to sound conversational, “do you know any of the girls who are, um, decorated down here?” I gestured vaguely at the front of my skirt. needs.” I had them too, but unlike her, I didn’t have a predatory working environment. I didn’t have a good answer for that, so I unfastened the remaining two buttons on my blouse and slid it off. “You’re the greatest — both of you!” She skipped over and gave first Darryl and then me a quick hug and a kiss. “I got it!” He extricated himself from my grip.
