My chest was damp with sweat and Gene’s cum - some of which I was sure was in my hair - and my shirt, it turned out, had lost its pocket and ripped ...t the shoulder when Gene tore it off.What’s more, I hadn’t been able to find my Goddamn panties in that filthy mess of a trailer, and my jean shorts were starting to chafe, although I wasn’t sure if that was because of my own wetness or perspiration.My mother’s admonitions came flooding back, for once sounding hopeful rather than scornful. There. The Great Plains rolled by under my wings. As far as the eye could see, and at altitude that is a long way, I could make out the regular shapes of farmed fields: rectangles, squares, and circles depending on the water available. The imprint of man had reshaped the very land itself. A few hundred years ago these plains teemed with buffalo and antelope. They fed a few thousand humans. Now, they had been domesticated, watered, and fertilized and they fed three hundred million people. We call it. The next day at work Rachel repeatedly blew off Joshs attempts to discuss the show or anything else in a distractedly polite way… until he was far away enough to hear her giggling to her bitchy friends, knowing it was he she was laughing at… he just kept telling himself Tonight shell see, tonight Ill get a chance to show her how great I could be to her… planning on pulling out all the stops to charm and interest her. He watched her fawn over that dickhead Eric like shed like to drop to her. He told me how he'd be gentle and make sure I was comfortable all the time, and then we went to take a shower. Together.It was great! First he told me he wanted to undress me himself, like unwrapping a present, and he took his time getting me out of my blouse and my skirt, as always thrilled that I dressed without panties. He put his hand between my legs and gently stroked my already slightly damp pussy lips, smiling at me. He told me how much he looked forward to finally getting to make love.