At twenty-five after five, she parked before a real estate agent's office, in the office manager's slot, and shut down the Mustang. It once more surre...dered to the will of its owner, swearing one day to rebel and drive off into the sunset, but like a good steed, it settled down to wait upon its master's whim.She got out of her car and went in. A chime announced her presence and a male voice called out that he'd be there in a moment. An impatient young man, lowest on the totem pole so he got to. " So you're a grad student." And almost twenty-three, to answer your question." She thought for a second. "Was that why you picked 17 and 27?"I ran my hand through her hair. "Few people would have picked up on that." Don't change the subject. Why couldn't you just say you were twenty-two in the first place?" When you get to be my age, you start appreciating the moments when someone thinks you're young enough to get carded."Brief silence."I-" Where-" I'm sorry. Go ahead."I felt her take a deep. I checked the peep hole just to be sure and got an eye full of gratuitous cleavage, yep it was definitely her. When I opened the door she rushed in, “ok we have to be quick” she said as she flicked off her sandals. She was wearing a thin strapped tank top which was struggling under the weight of magnificent breasts. Beneath the shirt was no bra to be seen just a thin piece of fabric covering her. Lower down it was much of the same a pair of jean shorts that just managed somehow to keep her. Once I determined the direction they were headed in, I rode ahead to try to set an ambush.I found a clump of brush suitable for hiding my horse and hitched him there. Taking my rifle, I climbed up a small ridge and waited. I had time for a light lunch and a drink of water before the Indians hove into sight. They were riding horses, and they were in no hurry. I counted 22 riders by the time the last one came into sight.I came to my senses at this point and realized that there was no way that I.