I didn’t go out of my way to let this epilogue or any other part stand on its own. If you have read through to this point, make the decision whether...to continue. There is no sex at all in this part. It is simply a dramatic epilogue, telling what happens to our protagonist. I’m a huge fan of stories that end on hanging action (E.g.: Harry Potter), and prologues tend to anger me. So decide whether you love the ending that exists in your own head, or if you want your questions answered. I don’t. The boy eyed the leftover food on the table. Waite grabbed a chair from the next table and pulled it over. He had the boy sit. Peggy Sue took one of the clean plates and made up a plate for the boy from what was there. She called a waiter over and ordered a glass of milk. She gave the waiter a searing look that would melt glass when he balked. He went for the milk without further question."Well, Sir," he said between mouthfuls of food, "There were two of em. Each had a gunbelt with one gun. The. Whenever Dad talked about making money to Mama, it seemed to have the same effect on her that buying them presents of candy and flowers was supposed to have on other women. Even as tired as she must have been from a whole day of shopping, Mama stood there, sipping her new drink, with a smile on her face, one that seemed to be a lot more than merely polite interest. I helped Hans bring in more boxes, bags and stuff. It looked like more than what we'd gotten, the time Mama took me into the city. I knew right then that I was going fuck this guy. I gave a little moan, and pulled him up off the seat. The dressing room didn't give a lot of room, but I had worked with less room in adult arcades before. I gave him a deep French kiss while undoing his belt and working his zipper. I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock (the first new cock I've played with in months!), and without hesitation placed it in my mouth. It was an average sized dick (my husband is certainly bigger) but that.