She just doesn’t know exactly how you helped!” she giggled.“That’s probably a good thing!” I replied with a smile.She finished her tea and s...t her cup down on the table.“Steve,” she said, sliding close to me, “you do remember what I want, right?”“Yes!” I chuckled.She got up and lay down on the bed, on her stomach. She looked over at me and stuck out her hand and beckoned me with her finger.“Then get over here and do it!” she giggled, wiggling her butt.I got up and walked over to the bed, opened. They hadn't, either one of them, been hugged or kissed so much in their whole lives. William had, to the surprise of most, came out and taken all the ladies hunting for poke salad. He showed them several of his favorite places to find, and gather it. It was most prolific in the spring and early summer months, but if careful, it could be found up into August. They gathered, cooked and canned many quarts and pints of the spinach like plant. and he even shared his heretofore SECRET recipe with. There were no jobs for miles around for a delicious little thing like herself – except for this one. She had no food – had been living off the charity of a small local church over the last two months. Her parents?father unknown. Mother had been a pothead who neglected the shit out of her daughter before finally doing the world a favor and dying three months ago. Stupid cunt had passed out in the bathtub drunk and drowned, leaving her young not terribly bright daughter to fend for herself.She. While I was in the queue for the boarding pass, there was this tall hot girl in front of me in a mini skirt. Wearing a mini skirt in the winter needs some guts, i thought to myself.That too something that looked more of a micro than a mini , not the fitting type but a little flared one. I guess everyone standing behind her was wishing that she drops something from her hand and bends down to pick it. Again my bad luck that I was right behind her and not further behind. The view of a miniskirt.