She maintains a nice figure. She wears her still dark hair long to the shoulders. Though small in stature, she is disproportionately large breasted; s...mething she never fails to feature in her choice of clothing. She laughs a lot, is good company and is never shy about discussing subjects many consider to be taboo. Xena is single, having divorced a number of years ago. She lives alone, but rents out a room in her well-appointed home to someone called Pam.Pam is a strange woman – quiet but. When he called I picked up the phone breathless. “I’ve been thinking about you,” he said. “Can I come over Friday night?” “Of course you can come,” I replied. In me, I hope.“I’ll be there about 7:30. I hope you’ll be ready,” he said. I couldn’t bring myself to ask, ready for what? It was the first time I heard a hint of dominance in his tone. It encouraged me to believe that I wouldn’t be disappointed. All day Friday I endured an agonizing anticipation. I kept hearing the words, “I hope you’ll. “Dude,” she said, “You’re fucking crazy.”“No,” I replied, “Just fucking horny.”“I kind of figured that,” she replied matter-of-factly, stepping even closer to where I was seated in my truck. She was now right at my driver’s side window and could very easily see anything and everything in my truck.“Do you have a condom?” she asked.“I’m married,” I replied. “Why would I need a condom?”She scratched at her neck and said, “Good point.”The strong summer wind blew hard. The flap of her V-cut dress. We chatted for a while and then went up to my apartment. We had decided that we would set off the next day at noonish and stop at a motel that night, we would continue on our way the next day. We would have all pitched in driving if it wasn't for my dad's irrational fear that his car may in some way get hurt so he had decided to do all the driving himself. We packed all my stuff the day we were due to leave but it turned out I had a few boxes to many."How about you put these boxes in the front.