Does that mean that I should buy a pickup truck and troll for seventeen year old boys?" No, skip the pickup and use your beautiful body. Find a hot yo...ng thing to fuck you stupid. Look in the mirror, Rachael. You've always been a hotty yourself and that hasn't changed." A cougar." A what?" A cougar. That's what the young guys call a woman that chases after them." Sounds good. Be a cougar then." You're a sick woman, Carol." I know. And horny too." Most of the time I think." Not really," she. Which was OK by me, but I wore baggy clothes every day so I could keep my secret.CHAPTER 1Summer was here finally here, no more jocks to push me around and I felt like celebrating. I ran up to my room, stripping as I went to pick out my sexiest outfit, a matching pink lace pants and bra, with thigh hi black stockings that had pink ribbons. I threw on baggy sweats a tiny bit of pink lipstick. As I left the house to walk down a trail that led through a woods near my house. It seemed like I was. We girls retireto the front room with the baby, and if I can't bring myself to bill andcoo over him like the others, the smile that brightens my face when it'smy turn to hold him and he grabs at my boob is entirely unrehearsed.Strangely, my recently awakened maternal instincts go straight back tosleep when Siobhan begins changing her son's nappy.After a quarter of an hour or so, Kerrie embarks on an inspection of thekitchen. As satisfied as it's possible for a woman to be when other peoplehave. "What the fuck is that for?" Joe asked."You'll see," Curly answered. "Bring her over here."Symphony was pulled a few feet to one side, near two units of lumber where there was a slight gap between them. Joe was backed into the small opening and he still didn't understand what Curly had in mind. When he watched Curly cut the strap into foot-long sections, he finally understood and cackled like a madman."We're going to give it to you right, Symphony! Don't you know it!" Curly said, grabbing.