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It started on Friday evening. I hadn’t had a modeling job for three weeks and had been sitting around the apartment seeing how bored I could get. Not enough money to go shopping for so much as a pair of cheap panties. Then Jeanette came busting in the door all smiles, giving me her usual argument as to why I should double date with her that evening.
“You haven’t even given the guy a chance, Cathy. He doesn’t have any deformities that I know of.” She gave me a sly look. Usually I’d have laughed but I wasn’t in the mood. My half of the rent was due and I didn’t have a cent. Jeanette had been carrying me out of the goodness of her funky little heart.
“I don’t know,” I told her, “the guy just doesn’t appeal to me. He’s nice-looking and all but . . .”
“But what? He drives a Jag and has a place in the mountains I’ve been dying to see. Unless we all double date, Jerry and I won’t get to spend a weekend up in the hills.” Jeanette was pulling off her clothes, stringing them across the apartment as she talked. “I want to fuck in the pines.” She giggled.
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