Lauren was still watching her breasts bounce with every stride.“Come on! Come on!” She slammed the door. Lauren giggled.“That shit’s tiring…...�� Fancy said, huffing and puffing.“With those monsters on you? No wonder. Cold out there, ain’t it?” Lauren said, pointing to her hard nipples. “Ok, ask me.”“Truth or dare, Lauren?” Fancy said, still finding a shirt to put on.“Truth.”“I saw you looking at me earlier… does that mean you like…” Fancy started, with a UTSA top on. Lauren noticed her nipples. Emerson looked around as Maria spoke to the man in Spanish. He noticed small toys near the shack and a few flowers growing along side it. This man would have a woman and at least one child here.The garden showed signs of much effort but was not doing very well. Emerson could see that the soil here would not support much other that grass and weeds. The man was fighting a losing battle."Emerson, he says this is his place and his water. We are welcomed to water our animals but not to trample his. It was only sex; many of the boys and men she knew would barely pause for breath before touching her, or pinning her down and taking her passionately, yet here was a big strong handsome man who could barely string a sentence together.But she knew men like him. Once they were given their chance, once their nerves and intimidation had dissipated they quickly become real men again - more often than not, they were the best lovers, and often the most perverse (‘it’s always the quiet ones... ‘, her. After the opera he heads for his Lexus with his very expensive date thinking he should have paid for valet parking, and he gets mugged. She takes one look at what’s going down, hikes her skirts up around her waist, and takes off running and yelling “Fire!” so someone will come and save her from potential rapists. That pisses the muggers off, so they go extra hard on the guy and he’s pretty badly crippled up and lying there naked on the floor of the parking garage. The muggers take the thousand.