"Ummm...one was called Tom and the other one was...ummm...Dick," she stated with stern seriousness. "Oh," John said with an even wider grin. "I haven'... seen them sorry." The smirk was hard to wipe from his face as he wondered if he shouldn't call himself Harry. "And these guys Tammy, did they...well, did they try anything?" "Mr Taylor, they were real nice. We just talked and had some drinks...oh and we...I better not say," she gave another little giggle. "No, no, that's ok Tammy you can tell. He could have ridden the train on into Fullerton or Santa Ana but making thecall to Amanda had caused him to miss the best connection. Greyhound would gethim to Orange County faster now, avoiding a six hour wait for the next train. Hetook the short walk to the bus station in the hot sun and smog of the desertafternoon.The three south easternmost counties of California call themselves the InlandEmpire, and grow most of the oranges still cultivated in California. A land ofmountains and deserts,. I whispered, "how about you take your pants off and let's have some fun". I didnt think she actually would do it, but all of a sudden I felt her hand move from my dick and to her pants and she pushed them down. As she was doing that, I took off her shirt showing her beautiful boobs. I was shocked she wasnt wearing a bra. I took off my shirt and pants as I started going to town on her boobs. For my first time, it was living up to everything. After a while, she whispered "my turn". She got down. Oh, I know the divorce won't be final for a while, but you can sell the house, change your address to the retreat, move what you need to, start your daughter in a new school, maybe even date a new woman..." She left it hanging as she grinned over at him.When Bill made no response, she continued, "Now let's see if I can kiss that runway again, like the last two times. I did have the best instructor there is, you know, but the wind is gusting pretty hard today. I might screw this one up.".