”“No, but you have one thing that is worth more than anything here. You have only that one thing to trade.”“I don’t understand.”“What’... not to understand? Damn but you rural’s are so thick…” he strode across the room as he spoke until he was standing over her. “This.” He trailed the flat of his knife across the mound between her legs. It tickled and she instinctively wanted to close her legs but knew the knife was wickedly sharp.“But you don’t want it?” She asked, hardly able to believe she. I mostly just hang with some of the guys I went to school with or work on my places here in town. Sometime we go down to the river and party with their old ladies.”“Well I guess that’s better than getting shot at by Charlie. That’s about all we could do back home too. Change your duds if you need to and let’s find one of those Honky Tonks for now.”The next couple days were spent walking through the small town looking over the obviously empty houses, then trying to find out who owned them and if. I was so horny. I pulled up my dress and began fingering myself. Two fingures. In. Out. In. Out. I could feel the orgasm coming but I didn’t know if I could refrain from screaming out. I quickend my pace. I was about to cum when there was a knock at the door. ‘You alright Alex?, Its Karen’ I couldn’t speak. My whole body was shaking form my orgasm. ‘I’m coming in Okay?’ ‘Hmmmmm’ was all I could muster. She walked in and I had no time to cover up what I was doing. ‘Ummmm’ was all I could think. I put an ad in the paper and talked to the Labor Ministry. How about coming while I do the interviews?" No, I don't think so. It's your thing; I don't belong in that. But tell me what you're up to." I've got three people coming. Two girls and a guy." Tell me what you're looking for." I need someone to handle the office when I'm not here. Answer the phone, rent units, handle any problems. Need reliability, honesty." No moving stuff?" No. I'm not in the moving business. I do storage. That's all.".