Donna’s cheerful expression melted away when we began following Victoria to her office. Someone had trashed the place, so it was in chaos. The girls were fluttering about trying to clean up, and some of them were very scantily clad. Donna was shocked. This was certainly not what she had imagined! Instead of following Victoria, she stopped in her tracks.
“I’m sorry! I don’t think this is for me,” she blurted out, turning to leave. She seized my hand and dragged me along. This was good news to me, since I had not wanted her to become one of Victoria’s girls. After we got home, Donna sat on the couch, burying her head in her hands.
She must be worried about being jobless, I thought. “Donna, why don't I teach you how to massage people? You can just stick to doing proper massages without gett
