‘That won’t be necessary John,’ she whispered as she pulled my pants down and pushed my underwear aside, ‘because I have certain…’special�...�…positions…that need to be filled here, and if you can fill those, I don’t see why you wouldn’t be a good fit here.’ ‘What…kind…of…positions…would…those…be?’ I hissed as she wrapped her lips around my dick and started to suck on it, giggling at my perceived naiveté as she went to work on my dick. ‘Don’t play dumb with me baby…I saw the way you were looking at. My penis immediately came flying and pointing straight at her. I was really embarrassed and apologized but she looked at my erect penis and told me it was OK, that there was nothing to be embarrassed about and that in fact she took it as a compliment. I reached into my backpack looking for my swimming trunks but I couldnt find them. I looked again and still couldnt find them. I then remembered I put them in the duffle bag which I had left in the beach near the lake. She asked me if I wanted to. I'm still trying to figure that one out for myself. Before my daddy died, I thought I wanted to be a singer. But now that I've tried it, I guess it was my daddy's dream, not mine. Oh. My name is Betty Ruth Thompson, by the way." Tim Brandton," I replied. "Hey, looks like we're in luck." I said nodding towards the truck and cop car along the side of the road."Now how did you know he was having trouble? Not nobody could have known that. Nobody but God, that is. But you're not God are you?" she. George walked to one end and Ringo the other. Each lifted what looked like a latch and threw open the lid to the box. George looked in the box, turned to Paul, and nodded. Paul smiled at George, faced the audience, and began to speak. “We are so happy to be here tonight. This show has been a long time coming. We are even happier you have chosen to join us.” When he opened his mouth, it sounded like someone had put on an old record, complete with the crackle and hiss before the song started..