." OW!" Duke screamed as she latched onto his left breast and squeezed. "All right, that does it!" He grabbed her hands and jerked her forward, duckin... and lifting her onto his shoulder suddenly."No!" Betty screamed. "Duke! You put me down this instant or so help me..."I lost the rest as Lizzy ushered me out the door. Duke was headed for the hallway with Betty kicking her feet and banging her fists on his back as the door closed.The one that really surprised me was my mother. Knowing how I felt. That’s where Amanda fit into my life. She was more than happy to take that control and run with it.Amanda was a professional masseuse. We’d met by chance at a Christmas party of mutual friends. After quite a few drinks, we ended up in a private corner confessing our sexual preferences to each other. Initial surprise and drunken giggles soon became delight as we realized our particular proclivities seemed perfectly suited to each other. That was six months ago, and we had tested and proven the. But then, she couldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth could she? Especially since in no time at all he would be moving all the way to Washington to attend Georgetown- one of the best colleges in the country. She however was less daring, and her plans to stay in their hometown and attend the University there would keep her far away from Jordan and even farther away from her dreams of expressing her feelings for him and, hopefully, not getting shot down. Not that she would ever gain the courage. ‘Coming right up,’ she spun a quick spin for the truckers viewing. ‘Excuse me,’ Lynn said kindly and the waitress stopped. As she turned around, Lynn asked, ‘Who is that.’ Lynn pointed at the painting of the Old Indian woman that hung on the wall of pictures. ‘Little Breeze? The Old woman?’ The waitress asked in confirmation of what Lynn was pointing to. Just then the door to the ‘grill’ opened and a small gust of wind blew through the doorway. Another trucker walked up to the other two and.