He’ll be passed out on the street, before the night’s over.”“I’ll be gone from here soon after daybreak. If he’ll keep his drunk-ass away ...rom me, he won’t have any trouble out of me.”“You’re leaving early tomorrow? I thought you may be one of the new hired hands out at Kirkendall’s Double K Ranch.”“No. Just passing through, making my way over to somewhere else.”“Well, if you’re in no big hurry making your way over to Somewhere, Kane Kirkendall is hiring horse wranglers with some experience. He. She continued, “All I ask is that you rape me afterwards.” More hyperbole – maybe. All this was on the border between erotic and unnerving.One problem was that it violated my own rule of having a drink or coffee with someone, and then giving myself at least a day or two to consider my next move. We did not have each other’s phone numbers (I had my first cell phone then), real e-mail addresses, or text messaging addresses. We did not know each other’s last names, which I had always known on. Lisa kept coming up to me and patting my ass and whirling away from me. We both put on quite a show. We then decided to sit on the bed and have a drink because we were both sweating from our dancing.We were talking to each other about how we were going to turn all the boys heads when we went out later that night. Just then Lisa turned to me and gave me a little wink and asked me if I wanted to watch some porn that she had found in her mom's room. Not wanting to sound dull; I said of course;. "I'll leave you for a minute, freshen up in my shower then get dressed and come through to the lounge" I nodded, her directness was such a turn on. She knew what she wanted and was going to get it.I went into her room and opened her wardrobe that she showed me. I was in heaven, so many suits and dresses, another small cupboard to the side had lines of heels. I opened up a few drawers until I found her lingerie. My jaw dropped, under the plain "granny pants" were thongs and lace panties and bras.