I asked her how it tasted she put her finger to my mouth and told me to taste it . We both agreed it didn't taste bad, I pulled my a rag out of my po...ket and began wiping her face and shirt where it had hit her. It was when I wiped her chest off I said you have two bumps did I hurt you.She just looked at me funny and said no silly there my boobs.I said can I see , with little hesitation she lifted her shirt up I just stared . Wow I said I had never seen any in real life.She said you can feel. ‘Stace, what EXACTLY is going on right now?’ ‘You want me to tell you EXACTLY what is going on right now?’ Her tone was obvious, she was talking to someone else. I distinctly heard another voice this time. A male voice encouraging her, ‘Tell baby, tell EXACTLY what I am doing to you right now!’ ‘Well, Doug came over earlier and we were supposed to study but…’ ‘Oh my god! Are you really fucking right now?’ There was another infuriating pause, during which the bed squeaked. ‘Yes!’ Stacey’s breath. Instead I went behind the officials' tents where I could watch the race, hopefully in peace. I wanted our team to do well but also wanted to see how good Susan was. My position was about three quarters of the way around the track so I had time to find a comfortable place to sit before the leaders reached me. I was amazed when I saw that Susan was running in third place. She had a very long and easy stride, ideal for this sort of distance. I wanted to cheer her on but our leading runner was. " Look like grey-brown dustmops to me." Some folks like the meat," She answered."Ayup. I'll have to try me some."After our food settled some, we got back in the car — they called it the rover, but it looked like a big jeep to me. Gordy filled the gas tank (petrol) and topped the coolant again. I climbed in back — I wanted to think about what that feller had said. I napped and thought for the entire four hours of the trip back.Gordy sure had a lead foot, but there weren't much traffic and it.