She looked at the man harder. What a hunk! These rancher types were often good looking, in a rugged sort of way, but usually they were either married,...or ignorant, or brutes. This one looked different. For one thing he was actually embarrassed to be in the shop. His daughter was pulling on his hand like she was trying to lead a recalcitrant horse to water. Most men ogled everything and everyone in the store and their pants got tight. Her eyes dropped to the front of his jeans. There WAS a bulge. Shesaid it's urgent."I hurried across the street into the police station and picked up thephone. The headmaster had an unusual proposition from one of the girls inher charge, Leslie Luthor. Luthor promised she would help me defeat Faora,no conditions asked, if I would bring her to Smallville. I thought for amoment. Of course, it was likely it was a trick, but what else could I do?It would be easy to recapture Luthor if necessary. I launched myselftoward Beloit and soon found myself face to face. Thankfully, this also meant that I knew where the bomb was located. An anonymous call was placed to the New York emergency services, giving them 5 minutes warning and the bombs location, I myself arrived 30 seconds before the bomb exploded. I floated over the location, landing 2 feet from where the bomb was buried, in the middle of Central Park. The emergency services were already evacuating people from the park, and once I arrived, they quickly moved themselves away from the bomb's location,. Would I see the truck and chicken out, just drive through the lot and keep on going? Would I just have coffee with him in the coffee shop, thank him again for the ring he had given me, and then go on to visit my branch office? Or would the wetness between my legs (oh yes, I'd been thinking about his cock ever since our last meeting) have me climbing up into his truck before he even had a chance to ask me?It looked like I would never know. I had circled the lot three times without seeing his.