“I don’t mean to be back and forth like this,” Savannah said at last. “I’ve just missed you so bad it hurts.”Maddi said nothing. Instead, ...he let Savannah’s petite palms press against her stomach and push her into the bedroom.---“Yes, it’s time to make those changes I’ve been talking about,” Rochelle spoke into the phone, balancing it on her shoulder as she pours another glass of wine. “Is 9 am tomorrow okay? Good. Having a good night, Evan.” As she finished the call, she rifled through the. That's another story.Henry needed workers ... not skilled workers but people who would work, and living a sharecroppers life in the south was unending work for next to nothing. White trash ... not a nice term ... but they were in the same boat as the 'liberated' blacks. Not even second class citizens. A pretty girl seldom made it out of high school. She was on her back working for some hick country lawman ... or his inbred nephew, and daddy had better not say anything about it.Advertisements. I felt quite empowered at this point, seeing that the sight of my boobs had reduced the three guys to blubbering imbeciles. I guess they hadn't really expected I'd go that far and I felt it was one up to me that I'd proved them wrong."Come on then, still in the game or what?" I sneered at them."Uh, yeah, sure," said the guy at my left. He saw me and raised me, as did all the others.At this point it would have been stupid to fold, there wasn't much more to lose and anyway, the guys seemed more. Now, I wanted Darryl to be my new boyfriend I dressed for and sucked, every day. So, you can imagine how nervous I was and wanting everything to be perfect and wonderful and I felt just like a real seventeen-year-old girl waiting for her junior prom night with her handsome boyfriend. Would I be pretty enough? Would he like the dress I picked? Will he want to kiss me while we're dancing? These were thoughts I was thinking waiting for the big night, the night my boyfriend would have sex with me.