Rastus still escorts Inez an' Martha inta town on Saturday ta sell the sausage, but now he wears his gun on the outside of his shirt. He also still ca...ries that cudgel, an' there ain't been no trouble in town, but I still worry 'bout the trip home. Inez wears her gun, too, an' we've been tryin ta git Martha ta wear one. She's finally given in enough ta promise wearin' one as soon as Little Jane is weaned.We ain't hurtin' fer money, soz we have put off that trip ta Chicago ta sell the loot we. She traced his mouth with her pink tongue. I was not the only being kissed, but I certainly was sharing in this seduction. My hand rubbed my breasts, as if on its own. Kneading my full globe, I sat quietly, hoping that they would continue. Breaking their kiss, Jax happened to look at me. He coughed to cover any embarrassment. With a saucy grin, I jumped out of the car and blew a kiss to them both. “Be good, kids! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” I called out. “Love you,” she called out. I went to. In the early sixties there wasn't that much movement in the market so it took longer to build a fortune than it did in my own time-zone. Nina suggested that she should get some catalogues from this time and the results of the auctions and then I could do the same in my time and compare. That would minimize the risk of buying the wrong stuff since neither Nina nor I knew anything what so ever about antiquities and it would get us a starting capital.We met again a week thereafter. I had the first. But after that, for the next nearly ten minutes until the bell rang that large group of boys was unnervingly quiet while they stood around watching us being displayed and groped.By the time the bell rang I was ready to start crying, too. I don't want to. I cried almost constantly the first three or four days. I'm tired of it. But more importantly I have finally come to realize that all I manage to do by crying so much is demonstrate and reinforce how weak I am to the boys who fall all over.