Martha felt knees between hers and then something metallic closed over her trapped wrists. She tried to wiggle like a netted flounder, off the hassock... Then she felt a hand spread her labia and something warm and greasy rubbing her perineum.."OAOAHFDHSOPDMDFHAU" Martha tried to object but stiffened when she heard..."Old bitch like this and she be wet like a mother... Be some hot pussy here." Greg informed all the women present. A tittering of the females informed her that her secrete was out. "Nonsense, a man's worth his hire. Jimmy, would you be my messenger for today? I can pay you a dollar," I said."Yes sir, I sure will," Jimmy said, smiling wide."Good. Run down to Silas' feed barn and tell Robert that Mrs Brown needs to see him at the store. You don't need to wait on him; you can go right on to the store and wait for me after you've given him the message. If I'm not there, tell Mrs Brown I said to give you a stick of candy while you're waiting," I said.Jimmy's eyes shot open. .. sort of. I was gonna tell 'em you gave me that note _before_you left, anyway, if I need to." He beamed. "Yeah, that's... that'sthe ticket."* * * * *Trisha took another sip of the madeira, her second glass. "You'restaring at me again, Ethan." She smiled, still feeling a bit shy, asshe said it, even with the relaxing warmth of the liquor spreadingthrough her."Am I?" He chuckled. "I am sorry. It's just that I cannot get overthe apparent resemblance between Norma Jeane and yourself." Our. She looked like a little preteen girl in her uniform, and was always getting groped and felt-up by old men as she passed their beds or bent over in the day room. She would complain to me about it, and gripe about how those “dirty old men” kept looking up her skirt or down her blouse every chance they got. I encouraged her to put up with it, reminding her that looking at her and copping a feel was about the only sex life these poor old guys had. Actually, I secretly liked hearing her reports.