Elisa had wrapped her arms around Susan's neck as she planted soft caresses against the Teacher's lips. She pressed her tongue as deep as it would go,...sharing the excitement when she felt Susan return her touch."That wasn't bad," Elisa said as she finally broke the kiss and released her hold around the woman's neck. "Not bad at all."Susan didn't say a word, but every part of her mind wanted to scream that yes, it had been exciting."So what's it going be Teach," the purple haired nineteen year. ‘Not very comfortable, is it?’ I asked with a forced smile. She forced a smile of her own. It oozed a sticky, barbed sweetness. ‘Not as uncomfortable as being visited by Pierre the Giant, one of my old regulars.’ I didn’t understand the reference, but five hundred years of being a man insisted that I shut up. *** Salt hung in the air. At first it was subtle, like a taste at the back of the throat, a tingle on the lips. Then it grew stronger, and it filled my nose with its acrid, tangy presence.. As you might guess the fourth guy had his turn just before we got back to town. As we passed by where all of their cars were parked my friend that picked up the lady in the first place asked if I would drop him off and take her home as he was already out later than he should have been. The others likewise wanted to be dropped off and I reluctantly agreed to take her home. Up to this point I had not said one word to this lady. I just wanted to take her home and be done with this. She lived just. “I found him,” said Bobby. “He isn’t moving. He hasn’t moved for an hour.”“Where is he?” I asked.He already had the atlas out, open to Georgia. He put his finger on Savannah.“If we’re going to catch him on this trip, we have to move,” I said. “If we miss him, who knows when he’ll make another run.”We were north of him, but caught up while he was sleeping. Bobby was able to get us to the seedy motel the guy was staying in. I saw the Chevy Malibu Shithead had been driving the last time I saw him..