Thinking shouldn't he just take what he wanted that's what I wanted him to do. But he reminded me of one thing when he grabbed my wrist plunking the b...nd with his finger. He lifted his eyebrow obviously pleading but I knew he wouldn't beg. I didn't want him to either. I answered by grabbing handfuls of his shirt and yanking his lips to mine. He growled, happy I obliged. One of his fingers went down my collarbone to my breast he lightly stroked where my nipple was. I trembled. He pulled away. He was about six foot three and 3 inches taller in his boots. He drove trucks, like Dad. This was his business. He also employed 3 or 4 men for his other ventures. He worked for the large ranches out West doing everything pretty much, driving for feed, welding fence, gathering hay. This is where I grew up. A simple farm girl and moved East to work in a small accountant firm. He stayed out West. I hadn’t seen him in 6 years and we were both excited. The next day I was to pick him up at the. In my first weeks, she took me under the wing, helping me to learn the ropes and integrate in to the team. After receiving my first pay packet, I asked her to join me after work for a drink to say thank you for all her help. She agreed. We spent the whole evening chatting about everything but work, and I learned she was married, but not happily, her husband having taken a job in Manchester without consulting her. She had refused to give up her career, therefore they lived apart for the most. Away from home, the girls were having a great time. Exploring Amsterdam and all it's delights. One evening they decided to explore the famous Red Light district. It was so chilled out, not at all seedy like they feared. After this, they went for a drink and enjoyed the company of several male admirers. At the end of the evening, the girls went back to their hotel room and the talk turned to men. The girls talked frankly about their feelings; Charlie shared her frustration about how she'd never.