.. everyone else on the road is a homicidal maniac ... they want to kill you ... some of them don't mind dying doing it.Manchester to Boston, 70 miles...more or less. Downhill. Due to towns, villages, stop signs in the middle of nowhere, it takes about 3 hours. The train is faster.Boston to Manchester, after great sex and shopping, takes an hour, uphill ... well it feels like it. Bang! You're past Manchester and heading home ... it's not far.I wanted Jess. I wanted her. In my bed, in the tub, on. Besides, I was only 16. I knew romance would come along a little later in life.Maybe it was the way I was brought up. Every girl in Three Valleys, starting when she's 13, gets immersed in sex. You're touching and exploring yourself when you're 13, learning to get yourself off when you're 14, and doing it with boys when you turn 15. We even have classes for it in high school. And that's what I was in, Sex Ed, and Tony and I were 'getting acquainted' like everyone did on the first couple of days. . WITH FRESH MINT FLAVOURED KISSES AND THE FLAVOUR OF THE CHOCOLATE IN MY MOUTH...HE STARTED GETTING HIS PANTS OFF VERY FAST AND TAKING HIS SHOES OFF WITH HIS FEET... I SAW HIM WITH HIS SHIRT AND SOME VERY NICE JOCKSTRAP... THAT FUCKING GUN... WOW...! AND THOSE BIG BALLS... HE STEPPED IN A CHAIR AND PUT HIS BULGE IN FRONT OF ME... I STARTED TO MASSAGE IT WITH MY LIPS AND LOOKING AT ME... SAYING TO ME: COME ON SEXY... HANDSOME... BEAUTIFUL CHOCOLATEUR... I GRABBED SOME CHOCOLATE AND SPREAD IT IN. Wesley just laughed. If any of them was a charmer, it was Lance. He was the classic cowboy from head to toe. A ladies’ man and smooth as butter. ‘When’s yer next rodeo, Lance? Ain’t it in Casper?’ ‘Yeah … this weekend. There’s a sweet prize purse that’s got my name written all over it.’ Wes downed his iced tea and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. ‘Ya need help gettin’ yer cuttin’ horse down there, or you doin’ calf ropin’ this time?’ Lance’s eyes followed Lacey as she rose and started picking.