You can get married to Jesse and have lots of babies. What do you think of that?" Waite said as he smiled down on her."I ... Gee ... Mr. Waite, sir, I...don't know what to say," she stammered."Just say yes. Make those folks in there happy, and yourself happy, too. We have more than enough room for you and whatever you need. We will be leaving Nashville in four days. Can you be ready to leave then? Oh, and what's your name?" Oh, yes. Thank you. I can leave right now if you were leaving. Thank you. I promise. You won't regret it.I've known Pam forever-- went to high school together-- grew up in the same town-- same age-- same friends, though we were never really friends, we never hung out really. Anyway, Pam is a darkly pretty woman-- goth almost, dark hair, into witchcraft, tight body, nice firm tits, bi-sexual...and a stripper. Pam moved from NJ to LA and now strips at CRAZY GIRLS off of Sunset. She's wild, crazy, sexual...I'll be there in 30 minutes, I say as I scramble out of bed and. Or maybe I was afraid that I’d look into those beautiful eyes and see that he enjoyed the view. Friday, I wore a short business skirt that hugged my ass and thighs. The skirt came to just an inch above my knees and had a two inch slit up the back. I could feel every fiber of his pants as, by this time, our contact seems to be constant. As I reached above my head to hold the bar to steady myself, my skirt lifted even higher. Unfortunately, with so many people on the bus there were no other bars. He loved staying back, dressed up and waiting for her to return. Never knowing what she was exactly doing, but knowing she was being fucked good. They way he wished to be fucked himself."I think I've got something," she mumbledOrdinarily her dates only happened after a good deal of conversation. She wanted to feel safe that her lover wouldn't be a weirdo. They had kids, and a life that needed protection. This was different. Her mind was intent on this. She needed it."You need to drive me over.