The oppressive heat of the after-noon had faded, and they had pulled the blanket edges over their legs. A six-pack of empties had found its way into t...e basket, with the lunch remnants, and put a glow into their minds. At seventeen, Maggie was still a virgin. Jake at twenty-two, was not, though his experience was limited to only a couple of older women, who had initiated him into the pleasures of sex.Under the blanket, as the evening cooled, Jake and Maggie were twined closely together.. "A good dog, too. But, it seems like training a dog team would be a lot different."They found Jim Horton and his wife sitting on their porch in Warsaw. "Well, Mike McMahon," Jim called as soon as the two had gotten out of the truck. "Long time, no see." It's been a while," Mike admitted."Haven't seen much of you since you quit coming to the council meetings," Jim said. "Anything ever happen with that book you were writing?" Not much," Mike said, "But now, it looks like the County Historical. He pestered about who Enrico was, evidence he hadn’t forgotten the confessed two words I regretted saying.I told him he was Italian, true, his name was, Enrico Supini, true in a way and he lacked polish, also true. He checked every phone book in Silicon Valley looking for a "Mr. Supini", even pestering me about its spelling. I told him I didn’t know the spelling and he was married with kids, to ease his suspicions.Enrico was smug with wife and three kids safely tucked away on his home turf. Her last boyfriend Jacob was a fanatic about cleanliness and even made her brush her teeth and rinse out with a mouthwash before inserting his cock into her sparkling clean mouth. She didn't know why she was thinking about him at such a critical moment because unless she was able to squat down somewhere, anywhere, she was going to get her legs and the seat and possibly even professor Hardcastle covered in her urine. She was mortified to even consider the shame of such a degrading.