“You look stressed out, has the cold gotten the best of you?” I asked.“You mean after you threw us under the bus Sunday or this pile of stuff,�... Duke replied.“I did not throw you under the bus, I gave you a bull to take by the horns to use against the opposition; you haven’t been paying attention to what they are saying. I am surprised you aren’t taking advantage of it already. Do I need to supply a strategist and a speech writer to get you moving?” I said.Duke looked around and said, “How about. We worked until the spring melt and then headed back home. Australia was O.K. The people were really nice and man could they drink. Jim is the best that I had ever seen at quantity consumed and being able to hold his liquor but those Aussies could drink him under the table and that was only the women. When we got home we were back in construction and drinking every night and fucking as often as we could.I had turned to talk to Jim after Ray went to the other end of the bar when the old man came. I knew she wanted me inside of her, more right then than she ever wanted anyone in her entire life. My hand moved back up her side on the left, and she swore I was after her breast. She was so confused, but she couldn't move, She felt paralysed. My hands then moved to her hair, she was choking me with her hair, she muttered this and I mumbled something unintelligible. She felt my lips brush her hair, and then they touched her neck, she didn't think I have ever realised how much touching her. " Implied in Wanda's response was, 'That doesn't help me... '"So. Take a guy and give him a choice between supposedly hot chick like Cindy Simpson -- who won't even look at him -- fully dressed, and you, naked, with your hooters hanging out, asking him if he would like to fuck..." Amy's voice trailed off."You're kidding, right?" Wanda gasped. "Then why... ?" When is the last time you blew in a guy's ear and asked him if he wanted to fuck you?" Amy asked."Duh! Never!" There's your answer!" Amy.