”“You mean you can see my clitty, I have a hard time finding it, it’s so small.”“FUCK, was that it? Do that some more, Robby.”“FUCK, Rob...y, I really felt funny then, when you did that. Can you see my cherry?”“I see your hymen, it’s almost broken apart, let me lick up and down inside your pussy, and I’ll push on your cherry with the tip of my tongue, so you’ll know where it is.”“I have to get some of your dick, Robby; do you want some of my pussy?”“Heck, yes; turn around, and sit on top of my. It's the middle of the night, Will! People aren't paying any attention to us!" She was wearing a flowing, lightweight long skirt with a wrap-around panel. "Look," she said, pulling back the panel and showing me her bare leg, all the way up to her waist.The bra hadn't been the only article of clothing she'd ditched in the spacious upstairs restroom."Tess!... C'mon!" Nobody's looking," she said. Not entirely true. I was looking. Kim was looking."If you won't go with me to the restroom," she said,. What brings ya back so soon. Good news, I hope."All three men tipped their hats."Good morning, Miz. Jenkins, I brought two Rangers to look at where yer cattle wuz rustled. This here's Sean Murphy and Ezra Woodpacker from the Laredo post. They're here to he'p me find the rustlers." Well, I hope they kin. Otherwise, we'll have to sell to that land company in Jefferson. Our taxes are comin' up pretty soon and we wuz countin' on the cattle to pay 'em." What land company is that, Miz. Jenkins,". She had gone inside, asked about what they were looking for, had talked to the owner and had been hired as a waitress.The base pay wasn't much, but she had been assured that the tip income (providing she gave good service) was real good. What I didn't like about it is that she would be working the afternoon shift, three to eleven-thirty with a half-hour meal period. I didn't like it, but we were where we needed the extra cash and who knew how long it might have taken her to find something.