Ann Griffin, the family matriarch, had dutifully packed a copious amount of her crispy fried chicken, homemade buttermilk biscuits, recently picked ap...les, and a sweet potato pie for their roadside lunches. Eustace and Harry planned to share the driving duties so they would not have to stop along the way. It could be difficult, at best, to find lodging during the Jim Crow era and deadly, at worst. They were armed with a copy of the Green Book so they knew which filling stations were friendly to. She shrugged out of one side of it and whimpered again as she pressed one naked breast against my shirt.That second moan unfroze my brain, and I looked ahead of the car again, able to see what was (or might be) down the road. I pulled back from those luscious lips and said, “Val...”“Shut up,” she gasped. “Please, just shut up.”And then she commenced to make herself naked. She got there before I did, both because she was ahead at the start, and because I wanted to watch her more than I wanted to. It was an every morning job only because there was no room to store dirty dishes and utensils while they waited to be cleaned. The small scaled house made me a better housekeeper.Before I left for the range, I filled my travel container with scalding hot coffee. I could only hope it stayed warm a couple of hours. My ‘go coffee bag’ held the metal thermos of coffee and two singe serve plastic insulated cups. I scrupulously washed them before I packed them that very morning. I also slipping into. Only a few girls have shown to apply for this position, and none of them have yet to satisfy me.”I found my excitement rising. It sounded to me as if I was about to be hired!“I have started all of my former secretaries and assistants off at $20 per hour and I think that you would be a wonderful asset to my company.”I stood up. $20 an hour?!! I couldn't believe it!“Are you hiring me!?” I couldn’t hide the excitement in my voice.He smirked and placed his hands on both of my shoulders. “Yes, you.