She was ecstatic.I was going to have supper with the Bannermans later that evening, so I made my way with a couple guys to the baker, Ms. Virginia Fle...cher. She was amazed at what I had brought with me. The crate of apples and oranges, and a large carton of cherries I was using to bribe her, set her mouth to watering. We agreed on a reasonable price for these extra supplies. She also promised to make me one apple pie, one peach cobbler the next day, with one cherry pie to be made right. Now the old box, high and out of reach, intrigued her. She looked around for the old man who ran the store. But he had gone into the back room. She saw a stepladder across the room and brought it over to the bookcase. It shook on the uneven floorboards as she climbed to the top step. Lisa patted her hand along the surface of the top shelf, trying to find the box. The dirt was thick and gritty on the board. Then she touched the box. It was made of cardboard. The cardboard was cold and soft from. She demanded I stay because she was so drunk...and alone. She put on a movie, we sat next to each other on the couch...and she passed out.Don't get the wrong idea though...this was just me contemplating at this point. I wanted her to lift one leg on the sofa and reveal if she was wearing panties under that skirt or not. I wanted her to feel hot and start taking off her clothes. I wanted her to wake up in horn mode and hop on my lap.Nothing happened...for a minute. Despite everything I. She dragged me into the shower almost the moment we got back home. When we started running out of hot water, we dried our tired bodies, sated for the moment, and made dinner. As we ate, I told her about my time on the dig. I wasnt sure how to tell the story about Liz, but Cindy knew something was up. Paul, youve told me about your findings, the artifacts, and your male students. But you havent said anything about the girls, Cindy said. This was as good a time as any. I have someone I want you.