"Doris noticed the slightly defensive note in Mrs. Wynton's voice when she introduced her son, and she stared curiously at the odd-looking man-boy."Ho... do you do--" Doris stretched out her hand diffidently."Hi'ya--" Willis mumbled; his long arm reached forward, and she stared with mingled horror and fascination at the huge hand, its back covered with hair, that seized hers in a strong grip."It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Dainton," said Basil Marston, smoothly, touching her hand with his.He. Isn?tthat uncommon. Maybe someday I should try my luck with asking her out. Imean, I?m shaping up more and more and with my body-fitting new gear sheshould have realized it by now.I speed up the dial to 7mph and start to think about how I would react,if the woman on the other side would make a move towards me. We?re aboutthe same age and the same height but that?s about all we have in common.Her not even shoulder-long dirty blonde hair looks like a mess. She hasat least 30 lbs. too much and a. This time was no different, untilDiane called me in from the kitchen where I was getting her a drink.As I entered the living room she had this wicked grin on her face. Shetold me to put the drink down beside her, and to then stand in front ofher. She stood up, and began to lightly kiss me on my neck and lips.As she was kissing me she would take little nips on my skin with herteeth. Each time she did that I jumped or groaned (in pleasure), whichmade Diane laugh with delight. She was enjoying. However, as we were leaving the last cantina, we were approached by a Mexican boy who asked how badly did we want to find Navarro. I let Jean talk to him, and he offered to lead us to Navarro if we would pay him for his effort. Naturally, Jean agreed, and they haggled for a few minutes before settling on a half-eagle ($5) as the price. Normally, we would consider that to be highway robbery, but we were in a hurry to find Navarro and did not quibble over the price too much.Juan led us to a small.