"Nearby, I could see Andrew chatting with Caleb, Melanie, and a coupleof other kids from our school. Ms. Hodge was talking with one of theother teache...s who'd gotten rejuvenated and Hunter was talking with theguy who used to have hemophilia.Carmen and I talked for a few minutes longer and exchanged contactinformation. I was heading back toward Mom and Dad when Hunter cameover to talk to me."Hey," he said, "it was nice meeting you. Ms. Hodge says we need togo, so I wanted to say bye real. G krta h tujhe apni rani bna lu or kash tere sach me dudh aa jaye.. Me- aaaaah mukesh me tumhari rani hi to hu…. . . . Tum roz mere bobe chusa kro ek din jrur dudh aayega mere chuncho me se..Ye bol kar me mukesh ko or jor jor se apne chuche pilane lagaa..Vo bhi bhuke bche ki trh mera stanpaan kar raha tha.. Bhut jyada chusne se mere nipples bde ho gaye and laal ho gaye.. M itna jyada madhosh tha ki mera man kr raha tha ki or ldke aa jaye or mera gangbang kr de.. Mene mukesh ko kha tum apne or. "Yep, just in town for a few weeks until I get this job done and then I'm back to Dallas."The woman looked at him for a few seconds, "That's not a Texas accent that I'm hearing."He smiled at her, "Very observant. I was raised in Chicago and moved to Texas about four years ago."The woman grinned, pleased that she had guessed that he was not from Texas originally, "I get paid to be observant. I'm a reporter for the local newspaper. My name is Candy Wilson."Dan nodded and the woman continued,. She had a slight Irish tilt to her voice that oozed mysterious intrigue, and seemed excited throughout our meal.There was a permanent smile and unyielding enthusiasm about getting home and she happily rubbed the back of my hand as I finished my coffee. Every time the conversation edged towards sex, Maisie steered it away and I was a little suspicious, but she whispered that we all knew why we had met and she didn't feel comfortable talking about it so brazenly.I was feeling ambiguous. There was.