I just can’t seem to get enough! Your stepson is also rather well-endowed too!”“I’ve seen him just as he got out of the shower,” I replied, ...aughing, “and if you think he is well-endowed, you should see me!”“Could I Steve?” Shelby replied, her eyes lighting up, “I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but we had a fight last night, and we didn’t make love, and I know he is going to be too tired when he gets home later, and I am very horny now! This will be our secret, I won’t say a word to J***, or. "OH please help!" Sandy said seeing the face of the young man she had flirted with that very morning in the heat swollen traffic jam.He hurriedly helped her from the smoking pick up and lifted up into his warm cab the engine humming on idle his country and western tunes still playing.She was babbling about the police. Her friends and teacher needed help.The trucker tried to make sense.A copA houseA...A monster?He nodded his eyes getting wider and wider. She was sure he didn't believe her. He. The crying jags lessened, and she started to smile and laugh more. The first time I made her laugh after the awful news, she stopped in the middle and looked stricken. I took both her hands in mine and told her softly that it was ok to laugh, ok to have some fun, that Kevin would want (I was careful to always use the present tense,) her to go one with her life. "Never forget him, Lynn...but live your life." She thanked me, and kissed me on the cheek, and I forgot about it.About eight weeks. Not just because she’s in trouble either.“You okay?”Deftly, she nods her head but no words escape her lips. It’s as if gravity is holding her rooted to the spot and there is no chance of her speaking. Finally, she manages to open her mouth and mumbles a small “Uh huh.”“Looks like your engine is shot. Sorry. You got anyone that can come help you?”Crushed from the news, she looks down and her brain goes into overdrive on how she can get to a location that is clear across the country without a.