"That's no problem Mr. Cole. I'll be right back," she said with a smile as she rushed off."How in the world can you get us wine? We are only eighteen ...ears old," Miranda asked."I know how people work I guess," I said, smiling at her. She smiled back, and my mind went blank again. I snapped back into my senses as the waitress brought back our wine and took our order. The waitress did not even look at Miranda, preferring to talk to me the whole time. "That waitress was rather friendly to you,". When we landed back in the states, she had to catch a commercial flight to her home city but it had about six hours to kill. So we got a hotel room near the airport and fucked like teens till her flight. That old lady surprised me with how much cock she could take. Several months passed since I fucked Abby. Then our company was having a summer BBQ party at the owners estate. During the party the owner was mingling with everyone. He came up to me, he and I knew each other, and introduced me to. No kid should have to realize that attention can be a rare commodity. He was a sweaty mess by the time we were ready to leave.“Hey, Brandon, hold up.”We stopped and he walked over to one of the softball cages. There were a bunch of girls his age there and a man and a woman who seemed to be coaches. Jeremiah began talking to one of the girls. They seemed to know each other, and she laughed at something he said. After a few minutes I limped over to a chair and sat down.We were heading to the car. She boarded it quickly and found it was rather full already. She had to walk down the aisle for two carriages before she found a seat, and she didn’t see her way into putting her luggage up. Fortunately one of the male passengers noticed her plight and helped out. She sat back and read for a little while. Then she put her e-book away and watched the landscape swish on by. She loved the hills and the hedges, and the occasional stone walls, and she felt rested and happy contemplating the weeks.