It was four in the afternoon. It was a four-hour drive. Most of it through back country where cell reception was going to be spotty at best…“I’m...on the road in five minutes. I’ll be there by eight. If you talk to my dad, let him know I’m on the way.”“Hurry Jake. Please.” Her voice was raw, full of desperation, she was looking for a little hope, and I was in a terrible place to provide it for her.My heart bled for her…She was stuck there, taking care of her three-year-old daughter and my. ”I knew the type, all right. His name was Rod Fortner.“I’m glad you’re cool, though,” Mitch said. “One of us.”I nodded, and we washed our hands together. Mitch made a face as he wiped stray white powder from the countertop. He dusted his hands and raised his voice. “Fucking cokeheads!” But the guy was already gone.I laughed and we headed back to the table. The girls returned ten minutes later, and we gathered our things. I stayed with Wren so she could pay the bill. I didn’t see what the total. .are ther any you would like to watch? She says ‘there will be time for that later’.and asks ‘which ones do you like’..i tell her ‘I have always been partial to she-male porn. I love the thought or going down on a beautiful woman and pulling down her panties revieling a cock twice the size of mine’ She grins and says ‘we may have to do something about that’ So we continue the tour, my mind reeling with possabilties. I show her the kitchen, opening the refidgorator and she sees all the sausages,. "Haley, you're fourteen. I'm thirty-eight. I'm six years older than your mom. Twenty-four years older than you. Those numbers just don't work for boyfriend and girlfriend. Really."Her eyes were wetting up like she was going to cry. "But, Mister Bill, a bit different? I mean, you and me?" Her bottom lip started to quiver.And that's what it took. I spread my arms apart, a sign she usually took to mean that it was snuggle time. Almost reluctantly, she crawled into my lap. I looked at her cute.