. well ... I'm still a virgin back there."That got Mr. Meat's attention. She was ass-cherry?"Ryan?" I still hadn't said anything. I was now hard again...and still hadn't gotten off. Maybe I could score a touchdown!"Ryan?" There was that small voice again. The same voice she was using in the school hallway. That was probably triggering my memory of that night in the Mustang."Ryan, I don't want to deny you anything. You're my guy. You already took my throat. First time for me, you know." I knew she. Ok, it was not quite a shack. Although it predated Amtrak by eleven years, it was built in a style surprisingly reminiscent of classical “Amshack” architecture. It was an ugly, flat-roofed brick building, with a small waiting room using the benches from the original station, a tiny concession stand, and a check-in desk, as well as bathrooms. For a staffed station, this was about the bare minimum. It was absolutely pitiful for a station of a city the size of Houston.Of course, it wasn’t as bad. Jamaker’s heart skipped a beat as the woman’s hazel eye’s had scrutinised her own and although Jamaker had tried to raise a smile the woman looked away with indifference.Mrs Hicks turned to her now asking, “How old are you now Jamaker?”“I was fourteen last month Mrs Hicks.”“Have you started your period’s yet dear?”Jamaker’s face blushed. “Yes Mrs Hicks.”“So do you use tampons dear?”“Yes!” she said indignantly.“Very well dear.”Mrs Hicks took her by the shoulder saying, “Now Jamaker, being a. " She said trying to counter my exaggeration.I leaned up and discreetly grabbed one of her ass cheeks and whispered, "How about I take you back and spank your ass red for being a wise ass?" If I thought you were serious, I'd race you to the car. NO, we can't do that I have to work tonight and if I have a bathing suit my red butt will show. Take a rain check." She kidded back."Listen, Di, it's just when you walk in your front door the place is very girlie until you get to the bar or the kitchen..