Her jaw dropped when she saw the source of the voice.Standing in the shadows was a young boy, perhaps fifteen. He was dressed in grimy, filthy clothes... none of which actually fit his body. His hair was wildly scattered about his head, one strap of his oversized overalls hanged limply down, and his hands and face were noticeable dirty even in the low light. A coil of rope draped from his right shoulder.For an eternal moment, Jason and Becky stared at the boy as if he was an alien from another. She thought of that morning and wondered if the man would be there looking for her. And would he have the two hundred and fifty dollars? She had decided that she wasn't going back to that particular K-Mart anymore, but maybe just one more time? Just to see if he was there? Just to see if he was really willing to pay two-fifty for her? She wouldn't of course, but she was curious.After dinner and while they were doing the dinner dishes Rick told her that he was going to have to go out of town the. A big mess. Just like my head.) After a lot of consideration I picked out Patti Smiths *Radio Ethiopia* album/ stuck it in the machine and pressed play. *** (MY SECRET SELF) dreamed-up punk babe who leads me like a dog through my wild sensual adventures. Quite a bit older than me. A ghostly guru. Wise and poetic/ sharp as a razor too. A kind of super-exagerated Patti Smith. I remember listening to *Horses*/ *Radio Ethiopia* and *Easter* when I was eighteen. I could hardly believe that Id. I put a hand down between her legs to feel her pussy; she opened her legs wide to let me explore it, she was so wet my fingers slipped into it easy. Unable to hold back any longer I climbed on top of her and pressed my pussy up against hers, clit to clit and started to fuck her like a man would. Our first orgasms didn't take long to explode over us, I gripped her by her hair hard and kept humping her, really banging her and felt her place her heels on the bed to raise her arse to meet my.