My name is Christine. I’m twenty-six, single and work in marketing support for a high-tech computer company. I had to go to Las Vegas for a four-day trade show, and at the end of the first day of standing in heels talk- ing to customers for ten hours, my feet and legs were killing me.
This story may or may not be true… I’ll let you decide. My husband is in sales, so we travel a lot on incentive trips that he has won. Unfortunately, he often spends time with his boss and the other sales people, leaving me on my own. But sometimes that can be good because it
I guess you could say I’m a fairly lucky girl, I have a good paying job that I love and I live in a high rise only three blocks from my job in a middle size city. As for me, I’m a five foot six inch tall red head and weigh one hundred and twenty
Mandy and Jesse were students in college. Both came from fairly well-to-do families, both came from rigid backgrounds, and both were virgins. Both had resisted sexual advances from various guys throughout their college careers, because of their fear that their parents would find out – and the fact that they had no idea what do
I met Joan on Thanksgiving Eve. I remember the date so well because a bunch of friends and I were out celebrating my becoming a partner in a Wall Street firm. Quite a feat in any man’s terms, especially for an Hispanic at that time. Well, half Hispanic anyway, which turned out to be telling