There she was, in tears. She was wearing cut off jeans and a tank top; I wanted to throw her on the ground and rip her clothes off, but thought better...of it. By then, of course, I knew - by hearsay, anyway - that she was no virgin. My son Ernie, some two or three years younger than her, had told me that the gossip in school was that Megan had been 'boffing' - his word; I guess he didn't want to say 'fuck' to me - her boss for months. I have no idea how rumors like that start, but I've always. I was both upset and excited about the fact that she had been stripping naked with other men, massaging and touching them all over their bodies, allowing herself to be touched all over her body, probably allowing them to kiss her nipples, perhaps allowing them to kiss her everywhere on her body, feeling their penises pressed against her body, then bringing them to orgasm with her hands at the end of the massage. Even though she was my wife, I found thinking about what she was doing intensely. “Nothing.” Irene shouted.Magus shook his head and muttered, “That woman has a set of lungs on her and she has discovered that she likes using them.”“Magus!” Irene shouted.“What?” Magus shouted.“There’s a woman to see you!” Irene shouted.“Does she have an appointment?” Magus shouted knowing that he didn’t have any appointments for that day.“She says she doesn’t need one!” Irene shouted.“Who is she?” Magus shouted.“Stephen’s mother!” Irene shouted.“Send her in!” Magus shouted. He muttered, “This. But I was out there on the road Saturday afternoon, and I did see a man." When was this?" Well, now. It was some after dinner time -- after noontime I mean... lunch time. I was over to the road with my dogs, lookin' to go 'cross the way, there, t'other side of County Line, maybe tree us some 'coons. -- No gun, y' understand, Deputy... jis' practice fer the dogs."Sam knew, vaguely, that hunting season was past, but that it was commonplace for 'coon hunters to run their dogs throughout the.