This crowd would help, but what he needed was three times as many again, available immediately."Yes, sir?" asked the lady behind the counter."Double-d...uble and a cruller, please. For here."As the lady took his money, behind her another employee rapidly filled a ceramic mug with coffee and added a double helping of creme and sugar. A third lady grabbed the wagon-wheel-shaped cruller doughnut and placed it on a ceramic plate that matched the mug. All the while Whitefeather continued to cogitate. I bent down to polish the legs of a coffee table and I spread my legs so they could ride up even more giggled at the thought of leaving my juicy soaked thong behind for him. I decided to keep that for my own fantasy, at least for time being.... I dusted all the furniture and my tits were about to fall out of my shirt from brushing against the furniture and bending over so much. I left them like that as I looked in and under Mr Wallace's black leather couch. I bent and spread as much as I. I was worried about my reputation, and a little guilty, but I yearned for more. But, fearing rejection, I was too reticent to raise the subject with her, and on the increasingly rare times we were meeting, she was more interested in telling me what she was going through in her bikie circle. I was at Uni, often fantasizing, but gradually concentrating more on my studies. Eventually, I saw her no more. She was affable, but clearly not interested in me any more.At the end of my first University. Jesse then told his short story."As I said, Lester was a crewman on my gun. I had just turned and taken two steps back to get another shell from the ammunition trunk when a Yankee shell found us. I survived, but the rest of the crew was killed. Lester died a soldier's death, manning his gun in battle, under fire. He was unflinching and courageous in his duty, a real hero of the South! I had several personal things of his to give to you, but they were lost along with everything I owned in the.