‘And you knock me down like a real fighter. Every damn time.’ The rider settled on his back and urged me over to him, resting my head against his ...hest. ‘Sorry. I didn’t give you a chance to come.’ ‘That’s all right. I wanted you to lose control…’ I rose up on my elbows and leaned for his mouth. ‘You oughta be careful about that, baby,’ he said, chuckling. Our lips met. ‘Mmmm…you know what?’ ‘What?…Mmmm.’ ‘You kiss good.’ ‘So do you,’ I said, throwing a leg on top of him. He put one hand on the. He hesitantly caressed the exposed tops and the cleavage. Then it was my turn to moan.Before the action could get out of hand (pun intended!) I said, "David, we better get back to the dance."I turned to start walking that way. He had little choice but to follow as he tried to cover his tented pants. I don't really think anybody would really notice anyway. Most of the couples had their attention pretty much centered on their own dates."David, have you noticed any faculty sponsor dress down. ”“Good day,” he said. That wasn’t the Good day of confirmation. It was the Good Day of get the fuck out of my office.I shrugged, got to my feet and peacefully left.As the door to his office swung closed, I heard the manager mutter, “Fucking wetbacks.”“Come on, el Patrón. I have an idea.”“I do, too.” He chuckled. It wasn’t a pleasant chuckle.It sounded evil. Somebody is in deep doodoo. I have a feeling my idea is considerably more legal than his.“We’re being followed?” I asked.“What?” said el. Their men have left them and stay away for fear of being forced into the army. You may have heard." I've been told," I said."As you can see," he smiled, "all these women are of an age when male companionship is, if not necessary, then certainly appreciated from time to time."I nodded and looked from face to young and shining face around the sturdy table. All the girls smiled. They were an attractive lot, plain farm women; healthy, sun-tanned, wide-hipped and deep-chested. All had their hair.