gray flyer, smiled, and walked over to her. She pointed to the gray flyer and asked, "Are you considering?" Lindsey shook her head, unsure. ‘I—I don’t really know. But I need the money, and…I don’t know if I can do this job." The woman looked her up and down, like she was sizing her up, and said, "Well, you’re very attractive. You’ve got the boobs, the look. I think you should be fine. How old are you?" Lindsey blushed at being talked to this way. What did all that have to do with the job? "I—uh, 22. Do you work there?" The woman smiled. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. And don’t worry about the money, sweetie. Believe, me, this is the way to go. You need money? Honey, with this