"I could do with another drink," she says."I think you've had enough?" Kurt says."Just a little something to smooth the edges." You go upstairs with J...n, and I'll bring us a little something up."Once in the bedroom, Jenny says, "You're a brave girl to come home with us — two strangers." "You mean a stupid girl! Do you and Kurt make a habit of picking up drunken women?" Kurt and I have only been together for nine months, so this is kinda new for me too, you know. But you've dodged my question.". I pushed the thought out of my head, okay?I tried. I looked at Gee, that ponytail sticking out the back of her baseball cap, sun glinting off red-tinged hair. My eyes roved down. Not big breasts, not at all, but definitely breasts, and right now those long legs of hers were propped up on the edge of the cockpit.Her eyes flicked over. “Take a picture.”“Wrong lens,” I said.“I can swap ‘em. Gimme the camera. It’ll take your mind off of...”“Dammit, Gee!”Giggle. “Oops! I did it again, huh?” Her hand. She began to moan softly as I bit her neck and kissed her. Her leg dropped as I rubbed and squeezed her ass."They are up here," she said grabbing my hand and putting it on her chest. I have big hands but they seemed small compared to her large chest. I quickly scooped her up. Both her legs wrapped around me as I carried her upstairs. Lightly kicking my bedroom door open. I planted her down on the bed. "Such force!" she said looking up at me as I climbed on top of her. "I like it!" she said. One of the workers would take the position of caller and lead the others in song.Harry told about how he had loved watching them at work when he was a kid. The huge strong men moving rails with long levers while singing was an amazing sight. Their movements gave the impression that the men were performing an intricate dance. As far as Harry was concerned, it was a sad day when the Gandy Dancers were replaced by machines in the 60s.Harry said, “There used to be lots of work songs. Songs to.