It’s important. I’m heading there with him.’ She paused, waiting for Carly to respond. Something wasn’t right. She just knew. A feeling of dre...d ran through her. ‘What is it, Carly?’ she nervously asked, pulling away from the door and walking back to the centre of the room. The pause seemed to last a lifetime. ‘Big Eddie,’ Carly said at last, her tone reluctant. The redhead knew it in her bones—he wanted his money. ‘What about him?’ she panted, already aware of the answer. ‘He’s passing your. He laid my naked body on my cot and crawled on top of me. He continued to kiss my face and move slowly down my body stopping at my nipples again. As he sucked each nipple I felt him rise up and take his hands and spread my legs. After they were open and hanging over the edges of the cot, he settled back down on top of me, his hard penis pressed up against my belly. In my mind I knew what was happening to me but I did not want what I was feeling to ever stop. Then I felt dad slide down and kiss. I love the attention. The girls hate me.I like working the convenience store out on the highway that runs through town. The old man who owns the place is a bit of a pervert, and he is always looking for a hug and I oblige, but only because he keeps me employed. Poor fella, he lives for the hug, the occasional pat on my ass. He keeps telling me he is going to kidnap one day. I keep telling him he may want to check with his wife before doing so.The store only has myself, Mr. Haney, the owner and. It was like a spark jumped between us. ‘Let’s talk about it over coffee. I know a little place nearby that makes the most fabulous latte.’ ‘But the show,’ I protested weakly. ‘You’re the artist, the star, the man everyone here wants to meet. You can’t just leave!’ ‘It’s my show,’ he said, his smile blinding, ‘and that means I can do as I damned well please.’ He was so gung-ho, it was a little frightening, but a huge part of me was weakening fast. My head was telling me ‘one cup of coffee can’t.