I think he was expecting me to find greener pastures.My pastures were covered in ruts and mud.“In the Band van ... I told you about the van.”“Fo... real?”“Yup. I’ll go get it.”When I pulled up in the 1930 Boyertown bodied walkthrough Dodge Van I thought Bobby would pee his pants.“That must have cost a fortune,” said one customer wistfully.“Three dollars,” I said. “I bought it by weight.”“What idiot sold that for scrap?”“The United States Army.” I said.“Where?”“Rocky Mountain Arsenal, they sold. “Stephen, I’m very proud of you,” Dr. Jacobsen said. “It takes courage to cry. This a real breakthrough”“I ain’t crying, bitch,” I said, but I reached up to my cheeks and they were wet. Probably I was allergic to something, since they had the windows open and my eyes were watering.I tried not to talk to anyone the rest of the day, I just kept waiting to hear from Angie so I could tell her to go away and wait for me until I got out. But she never came, and she never answered my calls. By the. She could have made do by herself, but she wanted to bind him tighter to her."Jimmy, will you help me into the bathroom?" she asked and gave him a shy smile. "I need to go to the toilet."Sharing such an intimate act would help, she thought. She remembered something one of her girl friends back home said about how taking a woman to the toilet made some men real horny. It was such a personal and intimate act.She loosened her dress when he helped her up off the sofa..."Please help me get. Sarah walked over to examine it, her tight ass moving seductively in her jeans. Alex followed her over to the trunk, her eyes glued to her friend's sashaying rump. She wanted to grab Sarah's hips and just massage her bottom until her friend's panties were soaked."I think this trunk belonged to my great-grandmother. She was supposed to be a witch!" Sarah turned around and Alex went slightly red, hoping her friend hadn't noticed that she'd just been drooling over her great ass.Sarah grinned,.