I’m Michelle Stevens. So, your house must be on the canal.”“Yes, it is.”“Oh, we wanted a house on a canal, but couldn’t find one.”“Yep... They’re hard to find.”“Do you also have a pool?”“Yes.”“Oh damn. We wanted a pool too.”“Well, you’re welcome to come use mine anytime.”“That’s nice, but what would your wife think of that?”“I’m not married, Michelle.”“Oh! I’m surprised that some honey hasn’t grabbed you yet.”“Ha,” I laughed. “One did for about four years, then I caught her cheating on me.”“Oh. Lunch was lunch, and you pretty much ate what they had. When we were out of the line, she told me she could never thank me enough and asked if she could have lunch with me."Sure. Let's go sit over there." I've got a better place," she said, taking my arm and practically dragging me out of the cafeteria.Nancy Jo was a year ahead of me, so she'd been at Smithtown for a year already. She took me around the building we had Science in and pushed aside some bushes, revealing a patch of grass maybe a. "Suck them clean baby," she ordered.They didn't taste very pleasant, but they really didn't taste of anything much that I couldn't already taste: mainly rubber and Lindsay's own juices."Good girl. Good girl. There's a good little maid," she said in a motherly voice while stroking the side of my head."I think I'll just leave you here for now. I want to see how the others are getting on. Oh wait... I forgot to put your plug back," she said, heading round behind me.But instead of reinserting my. I think our non bestial like minded hobbies possibly clinched the solemn agreement to meet. Much had passed through the dark ether clouds before we arranged to meet. It was a motorway service station, mid way between his farm in Kent and my place in Wiltshire and even the coming together was awkward in that both of us were somewhat reticent so we were both fifteen minutes late, sat parked in our vehicles, thinking were we doing the right things, was it a trap and about showing our faces, but I.