.." What are you thinking about, little one?" I asked."Let's get in the truck and we can talk on the way to the park." She smiled. The smile made me f...el better.I paid the tab, left a tip, and followed Nikki out to the truck. We got in and drove off. I was relieved when she slid up next to me. Close. I remember our first drive together in the aftermath of the storm that connected our lives. She was all the way on the other side of the cab, the console folded down between us. Now, that console. He had thought of me as a sexy little cock-teaser, all school year. Now, he was going to know me as the class slut who likes to satisfy more than one man at a time. And Coach had lots of friends at the private gym he went to at night where the muscle boys were known to gang bang girls and tranny sluts who were passable. "I'd love to see you here in your panties, all the time, Courtney. I've been wanting you, all school year. I couldn't believe it when you shook your ass for me this morning. I. I might ... consider a man to be worthy of my talents and time.BUT NOT HERE!And as Macho as these men were ... they knew I was “Sí, Patrón.” They accepted it ... and those who didn’t? I’d beat the living fuck outta them and see them to the door.At least ... that was the plan.“Maria?”“Sí, Patrón.”“Who cleaned my house?”“Sofia, Patrón.”“Who told her she could clean my house?”Maria turned bright red.“Guilty, guilty, guilty,” I said.“Who cooked my dinner?”“Bianca, Patrón.”She blushed.“Uh huh,” I. He sat there talking to me (talking at me to be more accurate) about various things that were probably fascinating to him, but bored the shit out of anyone else.Then she arrived. My jaw almost dropped to the floor as I saw her, and Nigel was still running on, even though I zoned out completely and couldn’t have related a word of what he said. Megan was wearing a very figure-hugging red dress cut just below the knee, with thin shoulder straps and a bodice that barely covered her breasts. It was.