“Fuck it,” I said and ripped her blouse open. She had on that red lace bra from earlier. “Yeah, fuck it, I said.” I reached behind her and yan...ed the bra off in one almost violent jerk. “That was my only blouse and bra.” She laughed. “Sorry ‘bout that.”“You can buy me a new one.” “I’ll buy you all the bras and blouses you want.” “Oh yeah, big guy,” she said as she started to blow in my ear, “where ya going to get the money now that you don’t have your store.” I laughed. “For starters, I’ve got. “Have you fucked Bonnie yet?” “Nope, but I have kissed her tits”.“Maybe you should try to fuck her mom. I was talking with her and she was complaining that Buford is not fucking her enough. She even mentioned your name—said your dad was the first guy to fuck her, maybe she ought to fuck you before you got Bonnie’s cherry.”“You’re kidding” I said.“I’m not, you should try, what have you got to lose. If not her, a lot of these older women in town are in the same boat. Their husbands just are. Her shoulder-length hair swayed across her back as she moved to the music playing in her headphones. She was enjoying her alone time.Her friend Matt came walking into the room. The two flirted ruthlessly but never took the next step to anything more than a friendship. People always thought they should date but they enjoyed their time as friends so much more.He tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped and almost fell off the couch.“Crap, Matt! You scared me!”“Sorry, Kylie,” he replied. He flung. I smiled as best I could with the pain of my tooth, though I had all but forgotten about that for a moment. We introduced ourselves, her name is Sharon , by-the-way, and went through the necessary steps to prepare my paperwork, and order up the x-ray and exam. Her warmth and sincere friendliness made all my fears subside. As we were finishing up the paperwork another young lady, perhaps late twenties, brushed past me to file a folder of some kind in the cabinet across the small area of.