"I hate my job. I hate this town," she muttered as she strode to her small kitchen and made herself a stiff drink.The old-fashioned answering machine ...onnected to her kitchen phone flashed the number three. Probably hang ups from telemarketers, she thought, and in fact the first two messages were hung ups. The third interested her, though."Dr. Yost, my name is Charles Wingate. I'm with Executive Placements International. Our firm has been employed to perform a national search for a Ph.D. in a. [email protected] had gathered up my nerve over the last week as I anticipated beingalone for the weekend. I was planning my foray out into the world as ifit were an invasion, then, right after school on Friday, I ran home andbegan to transform myself into the girl I kept within.Pamela I called her. At my age, 14, I was still skinny with clear skinand barely a beard. With just a few trace hairs on my body, it would nottake me long, and I went in the bath to prepare. After that, I. I stood right up; hell, she was quite aware of me. My hand went into my pants and I began a slow rub with my thumb over my damp cockhead. She smiled bigger now, and her legs parted seductively, somewhat slowly like an elevator door. Now I could see all her gorgeous fuscia folds, and her small opening. Her hand went down, and she spread her nether lips apart, and she smiled even bigger. Part of me was thinking, what the... but most of me was focused on this hot eye candy, and my swollen. “Walking in this weather…she’s fucking mad” I thought. A tall red head was stumbling along the grass verge, her long hair holding onto the snow as if it would never fall again, and covered in a long black fur coat, which glistened in my headlights. I had no clue where she came from, Christ the next village was miles away, and I had rented my cabin for that reason…fucking peace. Pulling over I dropped my window. “ Excuse me, you ok?” And then she turned….god she looked beautiful. Brushing her.