Heather continued sucking on the swollen bud, and lowered her hands to the other's waist."Turn'er around," Pruett croaked hoarsely. Heather, not knowi...g which of them he was speaking to, turned because she was the only one standing, or close to standing. Her rear now faced Pruett's camera lens."Hey, Kristy," Pruett called out in what he thought was a director's voice, but was anything but. "Give old Heather a good lick between the legs, would'ja?"Tony knelt down on one knee, the camera held. They had an appointment at the jeweller in two weeks to choose the rings. That Saturday they were at her brother’s for a patio party. Her story. As she told me. I wrote in the first person I find it easier to write that way. We were at my brother’s for a patio party. We were introduced to some people we did not know and met some old friends. One man in particular, Henry a friend of my brother was nice looking and seemed to know it. He was very social, especially with the women there, it seemed. This was the perfect escape from his attentions. She could just disappear and let him wonder what happened. ‘If you cook and mash the spuds, I’ll get the grill started out back. We can eat on the patio if you’d like, it’s a nice day for December.’ Leaving her standing there alone in the kitchen, James walked outside and began putting some kindling into the brick bar-be-que in the side yard. ‘Well, might as well get to work and earn my thirty cents a day,’ she said to herself. She took off her. Hearing his voice, Mel saw her crossing her legs. She wanted him again.“I hope you will call me. I left my information with Mel.”“I will,” thought Jane.“Well, Mel and Jane. Thank you for the wonderful experience.”Mel responded, “Thanks, Martin. Take care.”He hung up the phone. Mel looked at Jane, “We have a winner here.”Jane smiled thinking, “I have a winner here.”Mel wanted more details from Jane about her experience with Martin. She knew patience was the key to get Jane to open up.Jane.