He hung out, and when Chelsea returned wearing one of the new short skirts, she pretended to be a model and struck a series of revealing poses taught ...o her by the sales clerk in the other store. Mitch and I were both delighted and showered compliments on the young girl.The clerk had to head off to assist another customer, and I was again alone when Chelsea came back to the aisle I was standing in, wearing an even more revealing outfit. She pulled up its skirt to flash the revealing thong just. When I pulled up to the barn, an older man I guessed to be in his mid-sixties, came out to meet me.“Good day, sir,” I said, exiting my truck.“And to you,” he answered. “B’for you start, I ain’t buy’in.”“No sir,” I smiled. “I’m not selling anything. I’m actually looking for work.”“Well, if this was still a working ranch I’d say yeah,” he laughed, “but this here ranch hasn’t seen cattle for nearly five years.”“Why is that,” I asked.“Water,” he said. “The hay fields all turned to dust and we. Every thrust forced some kind of grunt or expletive from my mouth. “Ugh.” “Oh shit.” “Fuck.” “Goddamn.” I know she wanted to go balls deep, and kept trying to get a little deeper each thrust. I also think she was taking some minor sadistic pleasure from the punishment she was giving me.“I want to cum in your mouth,” she said suddenly. I took a moment for me to grasp this and then said, “Aw, seriously. Ass-to-mouth?” which I immediately regretted as soon as I said it. Erika kept. . . "It doesn't pay to be a paladin. Paladins are poor." "The world will see crime every day, 'til denizens pay more." God how I loved trains . . . and the gangs like mine that rode them! ___-----___ Zak, my darkhaired friend, stood there in his tattered old moth-eaten blue windbreaker jacket. He stood there with a bottle of beer and looked up through the metal mesh mezak above our heads and watched the lights go by. His black slacks fluttered about and over his black boots in the strong.