Thankfully, not many drivers had died on that road and we made pretty good time over the mountains headed for Barstow.As we climbed out of the valley,...we met a guy wearing a backpack who was headed the other way. I stopped the truck, and told the girls to stay out of sight. Garcia and his ever-present shotgun came forward to wait with me beside the cab, leaving Jamaal and Smiley in the bed of the truck with Crystal, each with orders to watch a different quadrant of our surroundings."Hi!" the. I was the "Viscount du Burgondie" and this was my home. But since I just "arrived" a short while ago, I did not. However, I did know what caught my eye and my attention.She was doing a marvelous job of getting my attention, especially when she bent over to retrieve something that had dropped on the floor. ALL her womanly charms were open for display when she did that. I dare say I had excellent taste in selecting wenches to work for me (if indeed I was the one who employed her)."Come here,. The young ride operator must have had a great view. Then I watched as they were slowly raised up then the capsule was flung high in the air to a chorus of their screams.When they finally had their feet on the ground I watched as they were sold photographs of them screaming their heads off. The photos were taken from down low and could clearly see the white thong and the bare slit of the other girl.There were 3 young men waiting to have a go so I stood behind them and waited.The first 2 of them. It was always how I saw her. And so often she appeared to me as Lily, recreating that ravishing tavern owner who made that original offer. Even now, truly knowing the hellish creature inhabiting that skin, more than just the broken pieces of me believed that I had gotten the better half of our deal. At least I was hers.My mind spirited back to the time we had together, not quick and squalid like the man undressing back in the dorm. She had courted me, convinced me through a dozen conversations.