I miss you." I miss you, too, so much. I'll talk to you soon."As I hung up, a knife twisted inside me. I couldn't stay here anymore. I had to call Mom...and go home. My suitcase was in the closet where Jules had left it, so I pulled it out and put it on the bed. It took a long time to pack, because I had to keep stopping to blow my nose.By the time my bag was by the front door it was getting dark outside. I sat down at the kitchen table with my new journal open in front of me. Jules wasn't going. I would like a kiss, Eric. Do you know what that means when a girl ASKS you to kiss her?" No," he gasped, "what?" It means she likes you a lot. A very lot." She supplied the answer with a giggle.In the dark of the tiny cabin, she faced him, one finger hooked inside his shirt. Her lips found his and they stood very close together, sharing kisses and tongues and pressing their bodies together.Ellen pressed her thigh between his.She crouched lower so that her pussy pressed against the athletic. Of course, she would never frig a dog's prick--well, not in public, anyway.Maybe if, sometime over this long weekend, she had a chance to be alone with one of the dogs, so that no one would ever know except the dog, who could scarcely blow the whistle on her, the way some of the boasting loudmouthed boys she had petted with did- -just maybe she might give one of the horny hounds a hand-job. What a turn-on to pump the cum out of a dog's prick, to see the creamy stuff squirt from his cockhead and. Nobody liked those killer shifts.As she walked back to her apartment she was acutely aware that she still hadn't bought groceries, so it appeared that she would be eating out yet again. She knew that she had to do something about that. After considering her options all the way back to her apartment, she decided on take out tacos. She could manage that on the bike for sure.She made the trip to the parking lot filled with food trucks just fine. That parking lot was just outside the main gate of.