” Jimmy hung his head and his voice was one of surrender to the inevitable. “Yeah, I know. If I don’t do good in school, you won’t take me fis...in’ no more.” She watched Jack until they walked out the door of the gym. Victoria was enjoying the holiday break. She had driven back to Hill’s Corner for Christmas Day, and hadn’t arrived back in Greenville until very late. The travel had worn her out, and she had slept late this morning. In that twilight time between sleep and awake, she thought of. The Kinjo b*****rs love American women. When they visit they expect me to provide them with many opportunities to experience what American women have to offer. This task is never simple because it is not easy to convince women in a bar that the two, tiny Japanese guys are harmless and just want to be friends. I have to get creative and think outside the box. There is an old adage about American women. ‘They only want what they can not have. ‘ I have found that this saying is true in almost. She sees bill, bill, bill, offer, nonsensical junk and a letter without a return address.Curiosity causes her fingers to rip the letter open and it reads, "Please do not be alarmed, but I would really like to meet you someday. Best Regards."Sitting again heavily this time she racks her brain for an explanation but nothing comes. Then with a shrug the letter gets tossed. However, after an hour of watching television, it is examined again and then hidden in her secret spot.Once again the thoughts. I continued to empty myself while still chewing on Ellens tits. We disengaged when I was drained. Ellen got up and straightened herself out and blurted out Damm what got into you, whatever it is or was, thanks! I then filled Ellen in on the days discussions with Janice and Ted while we sipped on iced tea at the table we just fucked at. More than surprised at first, she started to get some intrigue and interest at the possibilities. I was having the feeling that I would be the only holdout to.