The man's wife interjected, "She's that railroad slu..." only to be interrupted by her spouse."She entertains railroad workers, and especially on payd...ys?" he said.I nodded knowingly about their drift, but I acted disappointed. Fact is, it made total sense to me that she was sexually active. How else was she going to have a baby?As I finally parted company, they hoped I would be able to steer Melody to the light, as they put it.It was still quite a few miles out to Promontory, and I was able to. One of the girls asked me if I would like a massage to help with the soreness from my fall. Not being crazy, I assented to her offer, a naked girl massaging my naked body while three other naked girls watched was not something I (or any thirteen-year old boy) would or could turn down.She led me over to a flat place where their clothes were and gently laid me on my back. Well, you know what was sticking straight up, right?She started on my shoulders, chest and sides, working slowly down to my. .. I went to see Rissa yesterday.”“How is she?”“Oh, she’ll be fine. She’ll be fine.” She looked as if she had something else to say but wasn’t sure she wanted to say it. She held her hands in front of her, jiggled her foot and kept glancing around the room.“Good. I’m glad she’s okay. Do you know when she’ll be back at school?”“You can ask her yourself.” She bit her lip. “She wants to see you.”“See me?”Emily nodded and sat in the chair opposite. “She wants you to go around her house after school. Here, hold my hand, let me stroke it for you. Do you like my legs, Richard? Some people might say I shouldn't wear such a short skirt. But I think I've got nice legs, d you think I have, Richard?" Er - I think your legs are wonderful." he said, still rather nervously.I knew damn well I wasn't calming him down, not one jot. I was forcing him to look at my legs, my seamed black stockings, my thighs. Before he could answer I asked him again."Richard, would you like to touch my legs?"He gulped,.