As she walked away, she turned around once, and looked me in the eyes, and then looked down at the computer chair she had been sitting on. It was sopp...ng wet--------------- It was a few minutes before my phone vibrated again. I had moved far away from the computer side of the library, afraid to be linked to the wet chair or the lingering feeling I had that something wonderful and extremely dangerous and risky had taken place there. It almost felt surreal, I couldn’t believe I had just fingered. Wait, what was that I wondered?It was a snap of a twig maybe?I sat upright and froze, it had come from nearby.I listened hard as I fought to control my breathing as it was all I could hear in my head.Everything was quiet. The breeze swished the tree branches, the bushes on the edge of the clearing rustled. I peered into the gloom in the direction of the rustling foliage.My thoughts immediately went to the recent news reports and a certain absconder from prison.An owl hooted.My heart thudded in. The house where I lived with my wife! How would I explain this to her? As I began to calm down I realized this could be OK. I worked from home. I could easily grab the package as soon as it arrived and have it hidden before my wife got home from work. With that realization, I wiped the figurative sweat from my brow and went back to enjoying my Saturday. Unfortunately, panic set back in Monday morning as I logged into my work calendar to see what I had to work on for the week. The reminder. ” I got up, a little confused but crossed the room and looked down at the naked woman. “Umm, hi Ginger.” I said quietly. Everyone laughed, except Ginger who just smiled at me. Mr. Miller said. “Did my daddy ever have you with a girl cunt?” I didn’t really get the question, but there hadn’t been any other girls so I shook my head. “Give Ginger a kiss hello whore.” I looked down, and Ginger smiled sweetly. “It’s ok honey, just a little kiss.” She puckered her lips. I heard the men on the.