"Mmmm! Now what is it I can do for you?" asked Gus."Well, Ron asked me to call and see if you had finished with the books that he had lent you," I sta...mered. I held a hanky to my nose, the smells in the place where getting to me."Oh. Do you mean the ones with girls showing their open cunts or the ones with girls being fucked?" he asked."I don't really know which ones," I said and opened my legs a bit more. I could see that Gus must have thought it was his birthday and Christmas rolled into one.. And I remembered an offer, made in painful earnestness, a few years ago when we were in college.Listen Natasha, I know you're straight as a ruler and all that, but if you ever change your mind ... and I do mean any time ... give me a call.She had confessed she loved me back then, barely holding back tears, and I felt as though I had an unsavoury task thrust on me. Carrie had been my friend since middle school, and I had to break her heart. But that offer, that promise, stuck in my mind, even. When my sophomore year was over, I took a job for the summer working on a farm. A mixed grain and cattle operation. Alex and Lucy owned the farm and they needed a couple of workers to help them from spring seeding time to fall combining. Their farm house was a 1,500 square foot ranch bungalow. There were two bedrooms and a bath room in the basement. The main floor consisted of a master and spare bedroom, a bath, kitchen and living room. Paul, the guy who I would be sharing the basement with,. “We’ve been dating since Sophomore year.”“How serious is your conversation?” I asked.He looked to Alyssa who raised her eyebrow.“Serious enough, I guess,” he replied. “I think we’ll need to finish college, first. We’d both have to work and money would be very tight.”“But we could do it,” Alyssa said, her voice very soft, and almost longing.I wondered, if like Tasha, SHE was the one who despite setting clear limits, had the stronger desire to get things out of order, as it were.“If that’s a.