What had she meant by the statement, ‘This isn’t going anywhere?’ Had she been waiting for me to suggest a way that we could be together after o...r work on the estate was finished? Come to think about it, why had I left the subject of our future submerged, just below the surface? I knew the reason, Peg had always rejected my proposals of marriage until I’d stopped bringing it up. Paige had heard all my stories. She must have known that rejection was a sore spot with me? Was it that I’d been. She smiled at the elderly woman and answered, “Martha, it’s so nice to see you again.”Martha said, “John has been in here every day for the past two days wondering if you had come. He’ll be around in a few minutes. He’s off visiting his friends in the area.”“Thank you,” replied Kelly. She realized that she was hungry. She sat down in the chair and asked, “Could I have a hamburger, fries, and a shake?”Martha smiled at Kelly observing her general confusion and answered, “No, you have to go to a. I headed for my usual desk but there was no sign of my quarry. I sat & listened…..nothing.An hour past, still not a sound….Frustration set in as the minutes past as it dawned on me that they’d finished their work & last night was their last night.“Dammit”! I mumbled to myself. They had the last laugh & a pile of porn to remember me by!Another hour passed….still nothing….Until, without warning I heard footsteps, moving fast behind me, as I turned in my seat they were on. The next morning I could not wait to go to the dead end on Elm St. I waited for a while then rode my bike down. I felt getting some pussy was important. I had my drivers permit and felt getting my first taste of pussy before my getting my license was the order things should happen. I walked up to the door and knocked. A woman answered. "Yes" She said. She was Holly Wilcox, an average looking woman in her mid to late 40's. Brown hair with some blonde highlights, glasses with dark rims. Not hot.