"Bye Felicia"Then I left, as my friend looked at me driving away.Finally, I was alone with my inner fire, with my lust: all of a sudden, a boner poppe... in my pants, it was free to show up cause I was free to be horny. And I just couldn't wait to be at home and have sex with myself and my eros.As I could notice in the rearview mirror, a car was approaching me.My heart started to beat fast: what if the sexy, hunky lover just waited for me and got on my track, following me in his car? There wasn't. It was obvious that she was unsuccessfully trying to bring her emotions under control. In between sobs she would push away from me a bit and try to say something only to have it choked off. It was all I could do to keep control of my own feelings.As things quieted down and we both gained some meager control of our emotions, I said, "I'm Joe. Would you at least tell me your name?"She lifted up for a moment, wiped her eyes and pulled away from me to sit on the steps. She looked at me and at last. Both were disturbed by Atwood’s revelation that some form of extreme pressure would be used to acquire the Brightman ranch. And of course there was the matter of Mike’s cabin secluded in the timber-covered upper corner of the Brightman ranch, above the hay fields.No one answered Mike’s late afternoon call to the ranch. He waited an hour and called again. Still no answer. He and Graydon left for a meal; they located a family-style restaurant, and afterward drove up into the foothills. They found. "What are you doing on my school laptop?" He phrased it as a statement, not a question."Um, noth -" Don't you finish that sentence, baby. Because I know it wasn't nothing," he responded, placing his large hand on my thigh.I began to tremble. He noticed this and lightly stroked my thigh over the fabric of my skirt.His face softened ever so slightly. "Because I know it was something."My breath hitched and I contemplated what to do next. I felt absolutely powerless and knew he could take - no,.