A fleeting thought of gratefulness for cell phones with headsets flashed through my mind.I applied some lube to my fingers that I was still trying to ...uck into myself. I opened up a bit more and my hand began to slide deeper. When my hand reached the last knuckle of my thumb I was moaning louder and shaking so hard I thought I would shake apart into a million pieces. ?How far is your hand, little one? Are you up to the knuckles now? Almost the end of your palm??I answered yes but it came out. "They went back to the car."Aren't you going to lock up?" No. No need." I suppose not. It's pretty remote." The farm hands are pretty observant too." I can imagine."They drove back over the hill and surprisingly were able to park next to Katherine's car."Ooh!" said Chris to Katherine as they walked up to the bar. "You've got rid of your glasses. Contact lenses?"Katherine nodded."Much better. Ginger beer shandy?" Yes please."Katherine was staggered. She had only been to the Trout once before and. There was a large room at the end of the hall with several desks and places to install printers. This was a common area for our people to use for filling out their paperwork and invoices at the end of the day.I was happy to see many network jacks through out the complex. It was nice to see that the entire company was using the networking technology we had been responsible for developing.We walked outside through one of the office entrances and turned to look back at the camp. It appeared to be. "I heard someone say your name a few days ago, and I remembered it. I am new here. I want to know more about your town," I tell him, but he stares at my feet. "Where are your shoes?" he asks me. "I lost them," I say, and he stands up. He holds out his hand to me and I take it. His hand is rough and strong. He smiles at me. "You need shoes; come with me." I follow him to his car and we get inside. I have not been in a car in a long time. There are no rules for me, like, "Do not talk to.