<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Daisy_Holiday_Head.jpg)</div><strong>Character name : </strong>Daisy Holiday (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220123.msg10829181#msg10829181)<br/><strong>Who : </strong>Rebecca Collins<br/><strong>Where : </strong>Rebecca's Office<br/><hr/><br/>Marley let out a little sigh of relief. Good to know she hadn't already ruined her chances. It also helped Miss Collins was so friendly and down-to-earth. Marley had heard stories about how ruthless the porn studios could be in LA so it she was relived that her hometown flesh peddler hadn't lost their Southern hospitality.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, ma'am. That's our place,"</strong>Marley replied, mentally adding "for now" to the end.<strong>"Been in our family goin' way back. You've met my mama? Dunno how much we look alike but I reckon I get my color from her bein' part Choctaw and all."</strong><br/><br/>The question did seem a little odd to Marley considering the situation. But in a small town like Salvation it wasn't like you should be shocked that somebody has run into someone else. She was still mulling that over when Rebecca hit her with the question about her parents. Her casual use of "fucking" took Marley by surprise as the woman had just been so neighborly.<br/><br/><strong>"Uhhh... my parents? I really ain't too sure. They ain't no prudes. I mean, they saw how I dressed in high school and knew I was stayin' out past midnight. They could figure out pretty easy I wasn't goin' to no bible study. I reckon they ain't goin' to be throwin' me a party over this but in our situation a gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do." </strong><br/><br/>Marley didn't mean to blurt out anything about her family's financial difficulties, that was private business. Still, it was part of her motivation to get into porn. And hopefully those concerns would override any objection her parents had to their little girl being seen getting hammered like a whore by total strangers.<br/>