Jenny glanced over at the clock for the hundredth time and felt like a schoolgirl waiting to go on her first date. Her stomach was tying itself in knots and her leg was bouncing up and down like a rabbit. As the minutes ticked away she felt herself regretting this idea more and more. When her friends had joked that she should become a prostitute to take care of her money worries, she very much doubted they thought she wou...