His hands had found her hip and breast, his fingers working her flesh…pulling at her nipple; she pressed her tongue into his mouth and they played l...ngingly for control, one to the other. You called me ‘J’ she thought…she loved it when he called her ‘J’. They had only made love once before, months ago, in a rush and passion of desire in her studio right after a show. They had no time, and they laughed as others called her name from out on the grass, wondering where their hostess was keeping. She apologized for the mistake and made some good points about the odd basket not really having detracted from the overall exhibition but she was no match for me. The underlying fact was that one word from me to the right people would destroy any hope she had of getting other decorating work from my ‘friends’ or me. In the end, I won and she deducted a small percentage from my bill. Satisfied, I steered Cotton out the door for a private talk. I’m Lydia Patton, the reining queen of bitches.. On our way back the next morning we took the back roads and within a few miles she spotted a wooded hill and suggested we made a beeline for there to start her 2012 challenge. We parked up and found a footpath through a farm. Up a winding path through pine trees to the top. The sun was shining and sky was clear and within a moment her sensuous earthy cries were joining the sound of the birds in the air. We headed off the track a few feet, found a very well placed tree and branch for support,. " That makes two of us," Mindblind grumbled, scanning the landscape.Some distance off the road stood a small stand of scraggly trees. The amount of lightning he'd already seen dissuaded him of any notion of using the trees for cover. Otherwise, only the brown ribbon of the road broke the monotony of a sea of prairie grass.Breathing heavily, those prostitutes who weren't currently riding in the wagon found the most comfortable spots they could and sat down to rest. Considering none of them were.