There were at least twelve girls standing there in a line - some of them holding hands - the younger ones had nightdresses on - the older had various forms of revealing lingerie - and there was one 4-year-old at the end of the line who was completely naked, though seemed perfectly at ease.
My name's Tim Jones. I knocked up my girlfriend during my last year of high school. I was nineteen and she was a year younger. Nine months later, we were the proud parents (at least I was) of two beautiful baby girls. My wife was never happy and never let me forget it. About the third year, she began to drink and stay out late. I was sure she was fucking around on me, and at first it really hurt.
My name is Susan, but I go by Sue. I am now 14 years old. This story started when I was 12 years old.
You'll never believe how I spent the Easter holidays!
I would have to say I love my job. It's not because it's a glamorous job by any means. Since you share my desires, you too, might say I have a dream job. I work loss prevention for a major retailer. I am the guy that catches shop-lifters, the one that watches your every move while you're in my store. My turf is clothing and cosmetics. For reasons that you can imagine, I love the clothing section. I am going to tell you a couple of my exploits as a "Loss Prevention Officer"