Campbell. Ron shrugged again. Mrs. Campbell excused herself and disappeared through the kitchen door. Ron listed to the creaking of stairs as she trod...up them. He then stood up and took a piping hot cookie from the tray. Minutes passed as he picked at the soft dough, with not a sound from upstairs.Ron, becoming impatient, slowly trod up the stairs trying not to make them creak. He could see movement inside one of the rooms through the crack of the door, very slightly ajar. Creeping closer, he. She was a friend.When we woke up the next morning I had a dilemma. What was I going to do with the livestock for the four or five days I would be gone? The chickens I wasn't worried about, they would be fine in their pen. The larger livestock needed more room. I decided that the only thing I could do was put them in the storeroom that the prisoner had died in with enough food and water for the time I planned to be gone. I was going to take the dogs with me except for three of them. I could. "Say 'Priscilla'? 'Petula'? Nah! I've got it!Pamela! How does that sound?" No ... No... No... Please?" I gabbled. I didn't mean..." I understand" she said kindly. "Just a freudian slip, eh?"I nodded. "Yes. That's what it was Joan. A freudian slip." Yes. Well all right Pamela. Would you be a little doll? Go get me arefill?"I stared at her."Pamela?" She said gently. "Please be a good girl. Do as Joan asks.I mean, I'd hate to go and get my own coffee." Yes Joan," I acquiesced.When. WHEN HE WITHDREW HIS COCK I COULD SEE MY VIRGIN blood ON HIS SMEERED ON IT.HE KISSED ME AND THEN GOT UP AND DRESSED HIMSELF, THANKED ME AND LEFT.I LAID THERE FOR SOME TIME PONDERING OVER WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED AS IT SEEMED SO QUICK AND IT WAS ALL OVER.END OF HER STORYI SAID TO HER IT WAS A SHAME THAT HE DIDN'T TAKE MORE TIME WITH HER SO SHE COULD ENJOY IT MORE.SHE THEN ASKED ME TO HAVE SEX WITH HER AND I SAID "NO, I WILL MAKE LOVE TO YOU"I MOVED OVER TO HER AND PUT MY ARMS AROUND HER AND TONGUE.