Is it because I'm in heels, and have never run in them before? Am I afraid of falling? Tearing my stockings up? My knees? People are fleeing the build...ng, meanwhile. Some are on fire, their hair at least. I feel guilty. I should be helping. Somehow.I ask the handsome pilot, who is much younger now, if he would like a drink. We're back in my apartment, the emergency apparently over. Let me revise that. We're in a dream version of my apartment. For instance it has no outer wall; it is open to the. Miss Lawrence was a challenge. Long, gorgeous legs. Imposing bosom. A shock of wild curly honey blonde hair, and lips that glowed in flashes of inviting reds and browns. She seduced me, and we fucked in every imaginable position and every possible location. I’d fantasize about her at the dinner table and suddenly make my excuses and rush off to my room to fuck her. I fucked her on the bus one afternoon after swimming practice. The top deck was empty and I sat in the back row. I remember the. She took a deep breath and concentrated on the deep vibrations on her clit and g-spot as I stretched her ass with two fingers. It's not so bad. Just as she's getting used to it, I withdrew my fingers and replace them with one from each hand. I pulled my hands apart, stretching her ass wide open and she felt my tongue trace her rim. She whimpered at that; so close to coming. I slide in two more fingers and she now know that my two hands are pulling her ass wide and getting it ready for my. . broncs and the blood, steers and the mud..." I turn off the stereo, too distressed to listen to Garth singing about the very thing that has taken my heart away from me. I laugh mirthlessly, Mama always told me never to fall in love with a bull rider but I knew better. I close my eyes thinking of him. Tight Wranglers, big buckles, scuffed boots and a Stetson. What more could a girl want? I chuckle wryly.Lost in memories, I don't here the rumble of a truck pulling up out the front of the house.