"Yeah, sort ah." So take off your tee shirt and then you'll be cooler like me."Being engrossed in the game I agreed and began to take off my tee shirt...and he jumped in and helped get it over my head and off of me tossing it on his bed. From that point on he had his arm around my shoulders and kept his hand on my body at times running his hand up and down my back. I kind of got an uneasy feeling that he was more interested in touching me than he was in our game but I was so happy to have a new. He was a friendly good looking guy, easy to talk to. I told him about needing a place to stay and a job close to Sacramento. He empathized about my wife’s condition.He told me he owned the lumber yard across the street.“I have to get back to work. Come and see me when you’re finished eating.”When I was done, I walked over.He was very cordial and showed me all around the place. I was quite impressed that for a small city, they’d have such a thriving business like this.He said, “Let’s go to my. An undiluted sun falls on an indifferent land, the air is still but laden with promise. A solitary field full of shooting beets and potatoes, green and tan and rich, the yielding crops well fed on the blood of hundreds of men and women and children that have fallen on their flight over this very ground not so long ago. A man and a woman on their knees, picking weeds that have grown between rows of crops, killing pests that cling to once-verdant leaves with fingers mud-caked and blistered. Sweat. Norin's head was rolling back and forward, her eyes wild, as she tried to escape the hand encircling her mouth, and to give vent to her outrage at this new and even more outrageous assault."Yeah, found your little twat, there, haven't I, darlin'?" muttered Buck, staring into Norin's frantic eyes. Then, without moving his eyes from hers, he eased the front of her panties away from her crotch, and, with a practised movement, slid his middle finger underneath the material and in between her plump.