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I gave her my information and requested to be picked up from home. I got a list of what to bring and what to leave behind for the weekend. She told me that the payment should be in cash and that they could collect it when they picked me up in two days.

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After two more fitful nights, I felt ready to try anything, no matter how silly or new age it might seem. I had my cash, and my bag, which included no “extraneous distractive devices, such as cell phones, music players or video game systems.” The shuttle would be arriving any moment now.

Sitting on my couch in the front room, I kept nodding off, but never for long. A knock on the door got me to my feet and when I opened it, Pamela was there grinning at me.

“Surprise!” she yelled to my dumbfounded look. “I forgot to tell you that I am Mr. Mendoza’s assistant now at the workshop. Oops,” she told me, sounding not at all sorry.

“Oh, that’s cool,” I replied lamely as she enveloped me in a big hug. Her breasts felt huge and firm against my stomach. Her height put her face almost directly into my cleavage and her face was cool against the sudden heat of my skin.