Saturday morning. The sun woke us both at the same time and as we stretched and yawned last night's events came back to us in a rush. I looked over at Janet curiously, wondering if she would avoid my eyes. But no, she gave me a broad smile and even leaned over to peck me on the cheek. "It was like a dream," she said, her voice still throaty from sleep. "A really nice dream."
"Wasn't it?" My body felt as though it had been newly tuned by an expert and for once I leaped out of bed eager to start the day. This time we hopped into the shower together and touched each other without the smallest twinge of fear or guilt. Janet and I had become lovers in every sense, but what that really meant to me was that our friendship had progressed to a level of complete intimacy. Not for a moment did I think we were going "steady" and when Janet left the house she said nothing about seeing me again in the way people make dates. She said she'd see me later and I said that was right, and that was it.
But I did look forward to the next time we could play our game I couldn't believe how good I felt. The world looked bright and cheery to me, my parents like fine people, and breakfast never tasted better. And when the time came to start canvassing for odd jobs around my section of the base I set out with all manner of positive thoughts. Dressed in jeans and work boots, a plaid shirt, my hair tied back with a thick strand of wool, I felt ready to tackle any task.
I had been assigned to the enlisted men's married quarters. This area was made up of identical houses set in a square of lawn and garden. Each had a garage and it seemed as though a station wagon occupied every driveway. I checked for houses with unkempt lawns and a lot of kids which, as it happened, often went together. The first yard I entered was a real mess that offered enough work to keep me going all day. But the woman of the house stood behind her screen door and refused to give me a fair hearing. She said the yard was fine with her and if I didn't like it I could go boil my head.
This setback didn't matter to me. I marched on. The second householder rejected my offer out of hand, the third was interested but she wanted to pay me girl scout wages. After that I went from door to door, figuring that people with untidy yards wouldn't care about my quest, whereas people who kept their areas dean might be more sympathetic. But that system, too, failed me. The women who carne to the door just weren't interested in spending money on me. The twentieth house seemed to hold out a promise of work only because a man answered the bell; but then his wife saw him talking to me and that was the end of that.
An hour or more had gone by and I still hadn't found anyone willing to employ me. Now my optimism began to ebb and I stepped less lightly. But I didn't give up. I walked into one yard that was teeming with small children, and as I approached the front door it opened and a tall man with a friendly smile appeared. He listened to me and nodded. "Sure, I have something you can do around the house. Come on in."
"Thank you very much!" I said, glad to get out of the sun for a while if nothing else. The house was littered with clothes and toys and magazines, it needed vacuuming and there were dishes piled up high in the sink.
"Sit down and let's talk turkey," said the man. He had on dungarees and an old army shirt with the sergeant's chevrons taken off the sleeves, leaving dark marks on the faded khaki. 'There's one job that would take you about ten minutes and would earn you five dollars. How does that sound to you?"
"Terrific!" I enthused. "Just tell me what it is you want?"
"Come over here." He sat in an old easy chair, his arms on the armrests as though he was reclining in a throne, and when I stood in front of him he motioned downward with his head. "Suck me off," he said, still smiling that friendly smile.
"What?!" I couldn't believe my ears.
"Suck my dick!" he said? and the smile began to fade, "It's worth five bucks to you-oh hell, make it ten, now what do you say? Ail you have to do is take it out and suck on it, and I want to come in your mouth. Now is that so bad?"
"Oh my God!" I muttered. Nothing had prepared me for this. "I can't… I won't… no, forget it!" I turned on my heel and rushed out of the house. That was it for me! If people were going to treat me like a whore I'd just as soon give up basketball! I was so distressed that I was on the verge of tears, and I ran out of the area to get home as quickly as possible. How crude! I kept thinking. How could he ask such a thing of me!
My parents were out when I arrived home, only Evert was there. He was in the laundry keeping an eye on the automatic washer, and when he saw me so upset he asked what the matter was. "Oh Evert, it's just terrible!" I sobbed, breaking down now. "This man made me feel so cheap!" He took me into his powerful arms and held me gently while I told him the whole story. Evert was such a comfort in times like these. In a way he knew more about me than my parents did because I always told him the things that I wouldn't have dared tell them. Of course I'd never tell him about Janet-not unless he asked. But Evert understood life, he knew it backwards and forwards.
"Yeah," he said when I was finished talking, "making money ain't easy, baby. You have to do a lot of things you don't like to do. But it seems to be you and the other girls aren't thinking too clearly about this project, you know? How do you all expect to get so much just by mowing lawns and babysitting? Come on, girl, you know better than that."
"Well… we thought we'd try it anyway," I said defensively.
"And then this man asks you to make ten bucks in five minutes, not mowing his lawn or washing his dishes but to please him physically, right? That's all he wanted. He didn't want you to drink Drano or anything, baby, he just wanted you to make him feel nice. And that made you feel bad? Hey, girl, you better think again."
I rested against his broad chest and thought about it. Evert was right, I'd been more upset than the situation warranted. But how could that man ask me to do something I had never done before? Why, I was willing to bet I couldn't have done it even if I had wanted to… was that the reason he upset me so much? Evert got to that point at the same time I did.
"Maybe you thought you'd make a fool of yourself by not doing it right," he said in his deep, quiet voice. "It's not easy to do it right, baby, very few women can do it the way men want it done. But maybe you shouldn't know yet, after all, you're still so young."
"That's not it!" I protested, my pride stung. "I could do it if I wanted to. I mean, he just told me to suck it and I learned that with my first lollipop!"
"Uh-hum," said Evert. He let me get up off his lap and turned his attention to the washer, I leaned against the wall and watched him moodily. How dare he suggest I couldn't do it! Anybody could! What was so hard about sucking, anyway? "Has any woman done that to you, Evert?" I asked reluctantly. "Has any woman done it properly, I mean?"
"Yes, one," he said without looking up. "She was great at it because she loved to do it, she didn't do it as a favor to me. And she worked on her technique, too, always improving, always keeping a step ahead of me. Yeah, when she sucked my dick I was in heaven, baby, right on cloud nine."
"She was that good?" He nodded with conviction, and I wondered what had made her so good. Practice, instruction, or was it just more instinct?
"She is that good," Evert grinned. I wanted to know who it was but he wouldn't tell me. Whoever it was, she had to be great to make Evert smile. He was a very serious man for most of the time. "But don't worry, Renee, you could be just as good, maybe better, if you get taught right."
"Who would teach me?" I asked, and then I saw the answer in his eyes. "You would?" I could hardly believe my luck. "Oh thanks, Evert, that's really good of you."
"Think nothing of it," he said. "Come over here and I'll show you how to start." He sat in an old chair near the window which overlooked the driveway so he would know when my parents came home, and once he was comfortable I walked right up to him and stood between his outspread legs. Now that I was so close to him he looked very big to me, and I remembered watching him play with himself a few nights earlier, that big black cock poking up high over his closed fist and silhouetted against the TV screen. Would he be good to practice on? It seemed to me I should begin with a smaller size. But he was so obliging. He told me to kneel up close to his crotch and to open his zipper. "That's the way, baby," he said in his deep, soothing voice, "you're doing just fine. Open my fly right up now and reach into my pants. See if you can find him. Yeah, you got it, now take him right out and be nice to him. If he likes you he'll stand up for you and do tricks." He laughed to himself but I believed him anyway.
His cock was heavy and limp when it came out, very dark even in the light of day. I couldn't imagine what he would get out of my putting his dick into my mouth but when I touched it with my lips I felt it pulse a bit and swell up. That fascinated me. I kissed it some more, pressing my lips against the helmet-shaped knob and the long, thick stalk, and his cock kept growing and growing as it got to liking me more and more. It was almost as big as it had been the other night, but I was a lot closer to it this time. "This wouldn't fit into my mouth," I said, staring at the rising cock. "It's far too big!"
"No it ain't," said Evert. "Try your luck, Renee, you'll surprise yourself. All you have to do is relax and love what you're doing, it's as easy as that. Try taking it in your mouth now, open wide, that's it, and let it slide in. Aaaahhh, that's the way, baby, that's the way!" He settled back and half-closed his eyes, nodding contentedly. It was a real strain for me to get my lips around that swollen protuberance but it was exciting to try it anyway. The expression on his face and the hardness of his cock egged me on.
"Use your tongue some," he suggested, and I made it run around the top of his dick to get his approval.
At first I was far more interested in the details of his cock and that heavy sac of balls below. I ran my fingers along the thick, throbbing stalk, feeling the veins bulge with blood, the tight curls that grew thin and wide, and the wrinkles of his scrotum that disappeared only when his balls began. The urge to experience his genitals orally came upon me as suddenly and powerfully as it had the previous night when Janet's black pussy had lured me down. I took my mouth from the towering knob and sucked at his dick all the way down and around, heading for that crumpled ball bag and the heavy eggs it contained. Evert let me have my way. He lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly, watching the smoke and inhaling deeply. I was glad he had something else to do because now I felt free to explore him at my leisure. He was so different from me and Janet. His muscles were so much bigger and harder, his thighs were so strong, and that massive cock-just looking at it made me cringe in my loins!
"Try taking my dick in your mouth again, Renee-you'll see you can fit more in this time." Obediently I closed my lips around his knob and found he was right! My mouth slipped over his glans and down to the beginning of his shaft. It stopped there but I had already exceeded my expectations. "Now keep sucking and moving your head up and down, nice and easy, concentrate on what you're doing, that's the girl Oh, yes, that's how it's done. Now don't forget your tongue, wrap it around the head, use it for all it's worth. And chafe it lightly with your teeth-ouch! Real gentle, like a feather. Yeah… oh yeah, that's very good."
I was glad he was so happy and I tried harder just for him. But I wasn't martyring myself. My body glowed with all sorts of new sensations and my pussy was dripping steadily into my panties as the joy juices ran over the limits of my box. He was so hard! I couldn't get over that. His cock was like a nightstick and it was all my doing!
"Try again, baby, dip right down," He said hoarsely. "It feels so good when you do that. I want you to take all of it in your mouth, right down your throat. Don't get nervous about that, just keep aiming for that. Soon enough you'll have the knack and you'll please every man who ever comes your way."
"Won't I gag?" I asked. He assured me I'd be all right as long as I kept breathing regularly. That was a distant worry for me, though. Even at my best I could only get half of his cock into my mouth, and when his knob bumped into my palate it wasn't far enough back to give me trouble. I forgot about that and kept on sucking him and fondling his balls, thinking of how else I could please him. While I sucked and I undid his dungarees and pulled them down a way to get at his hard, ribbed stomach muscles. This was wonderful! I felt more of his cock going into my mouth as my jaw muscles relaxed. Evert was getting restless. He caressed my hair and his lips twisted from side to side. Heavy sighs escaped him, he was inhaling noisily through his nose and his cock pushed down deeper, deeper, until he was further down my throat than any doctor's instrument had been. I managed to keep my breathing regular even though my head was spinning. Yes, I was learning, I was getting it, I was mastering it!
"Oh shit!" I heard him hiss. He pushed me away and hastily stood up to peer back through the window. "There's your folks. Quick, get out of here!" He turned away from the window and opened the washing machine in which another load of washing had been churning away. His fist closed around his cock and he held the head so that it pointed at the wash. His muscles rippled as he tugged at the cock's skin, once, twice, thrice, and then a powerful spurt of white fluid escaped to join the soap bubbles. "Go on, get out of here!"
My legs were unsteady and my panties needed to be wrung out, but I headed for the married quarters just the same. It wasn't hard to find the same house again. All those kids were still playing there, and when I knocked on the door the sergeant appeared once more, a little bemused but friendly. He didn't say anything, just opened the door and let me in. A ten-dollar note was pressed into my hand and he sat down on the couch. There was a ballgame on TV and the sergeant kept on watching it while I undid his pants and took out his cock. Ah, this was a more manageable size. Seven inches of brown cock appeared, topped by a rosy knob that fitted between my lips easily. He was already half-hard when I began and in no time at all it had expanded to its full size. I couldn't get all of him into my mouth at first but I kept at it, sucking him and licking him like Evert had taught me, kissing his balls and belly, working him up and getting myself higher and higher, until my muscles relaxed enough to accommodate all of him.
"Yeaaaahhhhh!" he sighed, stroking my face and pushing his hips at me to feed me every last millimeter of dick. He was choking me and yet it didn't matter. Seven inches of hard cock throbbed inside my mouth like an idling motor, seven inches of pure manhood that pulsed for me, and this time I was going to suck every last drop of juice out of those balls. I hadn't fully realized that it was the sergeant, not Evert, who was fucking my face. The transition had been brief and cloudy, and when I closed my eyes they felt approximately the same. What a lovely thing it was! The skin was as soft as the flesh was hard, rough pubic hair brushed against my nose, the smell of sweat made my nostrils quiver, and his prolonged sighs were an inspiration to me. I used my teeth very subtly, wrapped my tongue about his knob and around that smooth ledge of foreskin below. Both my hands were at his ball bag, weighing and cupping them, squeezing them carefully, and the sergeant began to squirm just as Evert had. It wouldn't be long now!
"Do it, baby, make me come!" he whispered. "Suck it good and hard, come on, don't spare the horses. Good, go to it, suck it! Oh baby, that's terrific, harder now, take it right down your throat-AH, AAAARRGGHHHH, YEAH, OH CHRIST YESSSSSSS!!" Suddenly my mouth was filled with a tepid whey fluid that went down salty, a delicious creamy fluid which soothed my strained muscles and the fire in my belly. Great blasts of it followed one after the other, filling me to capacity, making me choke, but I wouldn't surrender a drop of his passion juice! I sucked at his dick to get it all out but found that he was diminishing in size and not nearly as generous with his cream now. My hands closed around the base of his dick and squeezed it tightly to hold his wilting member in place. That worked for a while but eventually he just dropped out of my mouth. I still didn't want to give up. I couldn't figure out why he couldn't keep his erection! Was it something I had done wrong?
"That's enough, let it go now," he said, pushing me away gently. "You were very good for such a young girl, very good indeed. Now you'd better get out of here before my wife comes back from the supermarket."
"Oh sure, yes of course," I said, bewildered and without my bearings, "I'm sorry it went down like that."
"So am I," he laughed. "Next time I'll try to keep it up for longer." He took out his handkerchief and wiped the lower half of my face clean of his cream, and then he got me to stand up so I could make my way out of his house. I walked out like a zombie. Something hadn't clicked with me but I couldn't figure out what it was. Why had his cock gone down so fast? And why did my body feel so feverish and tremorous? When I got home Evert was working in the kitchen, and my folks were in the living room. I asked him and he told me the answers. Men always shrank after climaxing, and I was hot because I was… well, hot! He seemed to find the whole incident very amusing.
I spent the rest of that afternoon taking it very easy. The ten-dollar bill lay on my dressing table and although I was proud to have earned some money at last, I didn't think my contribution would look all that great next to what the others would bring in. Eva and Louise had been assigned to the officers' married quarters, a more profitable lode to mine, no doubt. Oh well, ten bucks was better than nothing.
After dinner I walked over to Farley Morrow's house but only her husband was home. He opened the door and stood in front of me wearing his dress uniform, so handsome and imposing, medal ribbons on his left breast, unit and regimental insignias on his sleeves, his uniform snug over his athletic physique, and his clear blue eyes zeroed in on mine as if he had something in mind. "Farley had to visit her mother this evening," _he told me, "so the meeting will be held at Marcie's house instead. But why don't you come in for a minute?"
"What for?" I asked.
"Well, I heard you girls were trying to raise money for the gym. You could earn some here." He opened the door wider and looked around the street to see if anyone was watching. "I've got twenty dollars here-doesn't that interest you?"
"Sure it does," I said, and stepped inside. I felt uncomfortable with him now that Farley wasn't here. Would she approve of what I was doing? He could have given her the twenty dollars. But then I thought of the amount of money the others would be bringing in, and it seemed frivolous of me to turn down any opportunity. "What do you want me to do?"
He didn't answer but led me into the living room. After closed the curtains and turning all but one small corner lamp off, he sat on the armrest of an easy chair and said: "I want you to take off all your clothes." I stared at him uncomprehendingly. "I want you to strip off every last item of clothing and I want you to stand in the center of the room stark naked," he went on, his voice growing huskier with every word. "That's all, you only have to move around a bit and adopt whatever position I tell you to take on, understand?"
"But what would Farley say?" I asked.
"How will she find out about it? From you?" I shook my head vigorously. "Then go ahead and do as I tell you. Here's the twenty dollars, put it in your pocket and begin."
I didn't know what else to do so I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off, much as if I was getting ready for bed in the privacy of my own room. I folded it neatly and turned to him to see if that was all right. The Lt. Colonel's eyes were on my breasts and his hands were folded on his lap. The gleam in his eyes told me I was doing just fine. My sandals came off next and that left me with only a pair of jeans and a pair of panties to go. Did he want to see me naked right away? I looked at him again, hoping for a clue, because I had heard that men like women to strip slowly, and to tease them a little. But the man sat there impassively.
My jeans came off and I laid them out over a nearby chair. When I straightened up he told me to keep my panties on for a while longer, and to walk from one side of the room to the other. "Keep going," he said when I had completed one lap. "I love to see the roll of your little buns when you walk, just keep walking until I tell you to stop." To my astonishment he unbuttoned the fly of his uniform pants and took out his cock. He was hard and his cock stood tall, which led me to think Farley was very lucky. He leaned back and started masturbating slowly. "Beautiful. Stamp your feet a bit when you put them down so your tits and ass quiver more, right, that's the way, come down hard. How old are you, Renee?"
"Sixteen," I said. What a curious man he was.
And are you still a virgin? Has any man ever stuck his thing into you?"
"I'm still a virgin," I said, blushing now. I wanted to leave at once but he kept asking me questions. Did I play with myself? Did I get my fingers sticky late at night? What did I think of his cock, would I like to feel it between my legs? I answered him as well as I could, but at that last question I bridled. "No!" I exclaimed. "We're not married!"
"Take your panties off now," he said, changing the tone of the occasion abruptly. His smile vanished, an intent look came into his eyes, and when I bent down to slip my panties down he made me turn my back to him. "Bend down further and keep your knees straight," I heard him say. The whisking sound of his hand brushing along the stiff material of his open fly kept up a steady beat. "Walk around some more and bring your feet down hard. Ah yes, oh that's very good, what a body you've got! Only sixteen, huh? You are going to have a pair of tits that'll knock everybody's eyes out in a year or two, take my word for it. Does your pussy ever get juicy, Renee? Is it juicy now? Feel and tell me if it is."
"Please, Colonel, I don't think I should be doing this."
"You've been paid for it," he reminded me. He had me there. I slipped a finger in between my pussy lips and ran it down the moist groove. "Hold it up, let me see." I pushed the finger at his face and the Colonel sniffed at it appreciatively. "Fine, fine, now walk around more."
He made me walk, bend, sit, squat, lie down flat on the floor and spread out my limbs, and he just sat there the whole time and tugged at his cock. Suddenly he barked at me to bring over a box of tissues, and to grab a handful. "Hold it right in front of my dick," he said, straining and sweating. "Don't spill a drop now, you hear!" The first spurt blew out before I expected it but I was right there to catch it "Keep it there," he said after the shooting had stopped. We waited in silence for a minute and then he squeezed another thick drop out of his cock. "Now flush it down the John," he said curtly. When I came back he looked as correct as he had when he first came to the door. I dressed and he showed me out. My envy for Farley had subsided considerably. He was cold and I was hot, that wasn't the way it was meant to be! Or was it?
I tried to think about it on the way to Marcie's house but I just didn't know enough about anything to form a conclusion. Evert would tell me. I was lucky to have him for a friend because without him I'd have no one to tell me what was going on in my life. My body felt cramped and overheated inside and I felt more like crying than going to the meeting. I could already see their faces and I could hear them say: "Oh, only thirty dollars! What did you do all day, sit on your fat ass?"
The girls were seated around a large table in the living room of Marcie's house. They were quiet when I walked in which was unusual. I decided to get it over with so I threw the money on the table and said: "Here it is, the sum total of my earnings for the day. I'm sorry there's not more of it but people really didn't want their lawns mowed today." I sat down and eyed them defiantly.
"Thirty bucks!" Eva picked the bills up and examined them closely. "Holy shit, what did you do, break into your piggy bank?"
"Wow!" said the others, craning their necks to get a good look. "How did you make so much?" I was taken aback by their reaction. One by one they told me how much they had earned. The total came to close on five dollars. "And two of those dollars were given to me by my father for keeping my mouth shut over breakfast," admitted Marcie.
"Tell us now, what did you have to do for all that money?" asked Eva.
"Oh, the visual stuff," I said, playing for time. "I cut a few lawns, washed a few cars, and it all added up."
"Her father's the general, that's why she was so well paid," said Louise with a touch of spite to her voice. "Hell, I walked all over the base and all I got for my troubles was a bunch of lewd suggestions."
"Me too!" chorused the others, and Eva added: "We could have made a fortune if we'd taken them up, couldn't we?" There was a pregnant pause during which all eyes turned to me. I could feel the blood rush hotly to my face and this was not what I needed.
"What are you saying!" I yelled. "You think I did dirty things for this money, right? Well, that's bullshit, I worked my ass off for it and I think it's really unfair that you four couldn't have contributed your share to the pot!"
"Don't get upset," said Janet. She took my hand under the table and squeezed it. That calmed me down a little. The others changed the subject but the money lay in the center of the table like a silent accusation. The girls were depressed and no matter how much Marcie tried to cheer them up they always came back to the same point: how could we hope to get several thousands of dollars together at this rate?
"Come on girls," Marcie said finally, "my folks won't be back till late so why don't we go up to my room and have a few drinks. I've got a bottle stashed away in there for occasions like these. How about it?"
None of us were adept at drinking but we were so down that we were willing to try anything. To me the whiskey tasted like lukewarm water with a bite, but I drank it down just the same, and pretty soon my head felt lighter and nothing bothered me quite as much. All of us sat on Marcie's big bed and sipped at our second drinks, music throbbing quietly in the background, and in this state it was only natural that the conversation should turn to sex.
"This one soldier came up to me," said Eva^ "and he said to me: "I want to lick your pussy and stick my tongue right up your tight little asshole, and then I want to jerk off between your big, beautiful tits!' I didn't know what to do! He kept talking to me like that, his face deadpan and his lips were hardly moving, saying how he wanted to fuck me until I couldn't sit down anymore and that he wanted to blow his wad into my face and spread it all around and in my hair. Oh God, I thought I was going to die right there. It was like my feet were nailed to the ground, you know? Anyway, someone came along and that stopped him. What an awful man!"
We shrilled with laughter and agreed he was awful, but in my inflamed mind I could see the soldier doing just that to Eva, and that hot tension which had plagued me all day became even worse. "Have you ever slept with a man, Eva?" asked Janet out of nowhere. The girls fell silent and looked at Eva. She started to nod 'yes' but then she swallowed and shook her head.
"No, never. There was one guy a few months ago who got me into his bed once but we didn't do anything except fool around, nothing serious. I want to do it, you know, but it scares me."
"Me too," said Louise. "One guy today was home all by himself and he offered me a hundred dollars if I would come into his bedroom. Think of that! A hundred dollars! He was nice-looking, too, young and he had nice hands with" big fingers." She shivered and quickly gulped at her drink. "I don't know what it is about big fingers," she giggled. "I only have to see a man with hands like that and I get this strange feeling right here." She ran her hand over her lower belly and I felt the same thing, I wanted to run my hand over the lovely Eurasian's belly, too, but without those jeans coming between us. Her skin was a light brown color all over and her flesh looked very soft. She was the opposite of Janet in many ways. Her ass was flat and the cheeks were anything but assertive, just two soft globes that yielded even to a glance. Under the shower I had seen her pubic hair, a narrow line that ran from the top of her slit to widen slightly over her pubic mound, long and curled at the top to form two merging waves over her flesh. And her labia was just about free of hair so that their plumpness was always visible. But that was under the showers. I wanted to see her right at that moment in this very different context!
"I don't know about that," said Marcie, the tomboy. "My daddy's got big fingers but that doesn't turn me on." That led to a discussion of what turned who on, and my tenseness, my mounting lust, and the liquor combined to make me very impatient with them. When the conversation paused for a second I broke in, saying that I wanted to tell them the truth of how I made the money. They were all ears.
"You didn't believe me before and you were quite right," I said earnestly. "I didn't get that money by being a girl scout. No, I sucked a sergeant's dick for ten of those dollars and I posed in the nude for an officer so he could beat off over me." Dead silence. Their eyes were like saucers. "That's right, I posed in the nude. There he was in his dress uniform with his dick sticking out and his hand moving up and down his stalk like a blur, and I was showing him my pussy and everything. The whole thing took maybe ten minutes, it didn't hurt and it made me twenty dollars. You girls have to decide what you want. If you want the new floor you're going to have to change your attitude. If you don't, then we just have to learn to put up with the conditions as they are."
They were still silent, but now they were exchanging looks. What do you think? I don't know, what do you think? Janet was the least disturbed but she was still surprised. And Eva, who I had thought was so worldly and so far ahead of us, had turned scarlet with embarrassment. But when Janet decided to break the knot, Eva was the last to protest.
"Why don't you show us what you did for that man?" said Janet softly. "Then next time we'll know what to do and how to do it. Would you mind?"
I looked at my teammates and none of them was against that idea. So I nodded and said: "Not at all."