And I lay there, struggling for air. My breasts bouncing with each breath. My arms and legs spread in exhaustion, dripping with sweat. My ass rubbing ...gainst the wet sheets, massaging my juices into my skin.I bolted up when I heard a creak outside my room. Was this it? Would I get caught and punished and shipped off to marry some Japanese businessman so I didn’t bring shame upon my family?In the silence, all I could hear was the sound of my rushing heart thudding inside my skull. A car rolled. She could feel herself gush with wetness, as if she’d just been wounded. Her own response shocked her. “Don’t do that,” she gasped. “Please!” She could see him grinning behind her. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” he asked. “But you like the way it hurts.” “No. No,” she said, fighting the urge to pull his hands away. “I don’t like it. It just hurts.” He laughed. “You can stop pretending now,” he said. “We both know what’s going on here. You’re excited as hell, aren’t you? You’re a hot little piece, and. I think he’s got what it takes.’ ‘And if he can’t?’ ‘I guess I’ll have to go the usual way … search party.’ ‘That will take some time,’ I said. ‘Where is he?’ ‘Reno, Nevada. Would you have someone get a plane ticket for him, please?’ He passed me a single page with Mr. Rhimes’ details on it. ‘He can get a couple of days off, so make whatever arrangements work for him. I don’t want him havin’ problems with his employer if it doesn’t work out.’ This was another side of Rance I had seen before:. HE KEPT THE CAR SPOTLESS AND IN LIKE NEWCONDITION. ON THE WAY HOME DAVE SAID HE WAS EXCITED ABOUT THE WHOLE THING AND I ADMITTED I WASVERY EXCITED ALSO. WHILE HE DROVE HE WOULD OCCASIONALLY "PAT" ME ON MY LEG, LIKE REASSURANCE.DAVE PICKED ME UP THE FOLLOWING WEEK AND WE HEADED TO THE MEETING. AGAIN DAVE WOULD OCCASIONALLY"PAT" MY THIGH. AFTER THE MEETING AND ON THE WAY HOME WHEN HE REACHED OUT AND TOUCHED MY THIGHI SLID OVER ON THE SEAT A LITTLE WAYS. I GUESS IT WAS MY WAY OF ACKNOWLEDGING MY.