Wright Model A

After dinner Kerry went to shower and get dressed and, as soon as she heard him start to sing in the shower, Pam dialed the Logan Answering Service. "Hello," she said, "this is Patricia Wright, and I'm calling to tell you that I won't be accepting any more messages. Yes, I know I'm paid up for two more weeks, but that doesn't matter. Well, if anyone calls for me, tell them I've moved to Pittsburgh and left no forwarding address or phone number. Yes. Thank you very much." Sighing, she hung up the phone. It was as if a great burden had been lifted from her breast. She went into the bedroom and laid out the outfit she'd brought this afternoon with her last whore's earnings. "Do you like it?" she asked Kerry, modeling the outfit for him. He nodded, eyes gleaming. "You don't think it's too – sexy?" "Hell, yes, it's too sexy! All I can do to keep from jumping your body right now! But I love it. Oh, baby, that's you!" Of course it was. She'd known it was perfect the moment she saw it in a store window after leaving Ms. Hagen's hotel ...»