Regrettably, she would always tell me to get lost in the most colloquial (but not very lady like) of terms every-time I tried to chat her up.I think i... it were today, I would probably have been called a stalker, as I would swing past her house every chance I got, trying to catch a glimpse of her. I think I would be safe in saying Jean wasn't too enamoured with my efforts to win her favour.But she had stolen my heart and I just couldn't get her out of my mind. Jean of course was dating other. One life of struggling for another. I kind of reevaluated what I was doing. My fiancée, she was a decent gal but away from the city, away from the constant go-go-go, I realized there was nothing there. I was building a life of things. My father, he... Him and his parents and their parents, they built this up. They took care of the land and animals and raised children and passed it on. They lived a good life and they were, well, stewards of the land. Something called to me that night and I. By now I could feel her moist, warm breath on my cock, those lips not an inch away from it. "What else did you do?" Not much else. Couldn't think of much else, at the time. Stretched out their assholes, of course. Not with a dildo or a butt plug, the way I do you. Couldn't afford things like that then, not on my allowance. But I figured, what my finger could do, a broom handle could do better, and then a baseball bat could do better still. And they sure could. Though I had to be careful to. I checked myself out in the rear viewmirror, and I liked the reflection staring back at me. I look sofucking sexy tonight, I mused to myself. These guys will be all overme, and they won't know I used to be one of them, well, physicallyanyway. I'll be able to pick the one I like best, and I'm going to getlaid tonight. All of a sudden, the idea of a one night stand didn'tsound so terrible after all.Making sure I looked alright, I smoothed out my dress and slung my purseover my shoulder. Will.