“Feels like the old times,” she said sitting across the table as I smiled at her, “just the shape of the table has changed and we get to have co...fee.” I replied, “Except that you’re not a hesitating teen anymore, but a confident young woman.”She laughed a little, and said taking the menu, “Not really, I’m just happy seeing you, what will you have?” I responded taking the menu off her hand, “I’ll have your issues while I keep ordering for both of us.” She started talking and didn’t stop. I let. He shrugged, “About all I know is that you are a friend of Mr. Mendoza’s and need a Deputy to live and work in Mesilla, while hunting down fugitives from the law.”I looked at Mr. Mendoza and asked, “Do you think Esteban has the temperament and patience we talked about?”He quickly nodded saying that he did.I stared at Esteban for a few moments. “You need to know a little more about me.”Over the next several minutes, I gave him a very condensed version of my history ending with my being married. She emailed him a short note, hoping he’d respond, and a few days later she got a response from him. The smile on her face grew as did the desires within her. She wished beyond anything that they could get together for something, which she knew exactly what that was. “Thomas, how I wish we could get together,” she said. “Ohhhhhh how I wish we could,” but she knew what she wanted and wanted it badly too. “Hi Katrina,” it read. “How are you?” It went on to read “I wish we could get together too.. Fuck me! Take me! Use me! Let me feel you inside, was all consuming, raging; screaming in her mind. She was in agony; hungry for Him. Watching her aroused and ablaze with sexual fever, a raw, feral instinct nearly took over, God she’ll be a sweet fuck and a good, hard ride. He slowly withdrew his finger before his control almost snapped, tossing his self-proclaimed oath aside about not plunging his throbbing cock to the hilt in her tiny, hot, hole. There were after all, other delicious things.