Both women flinched before Mrs. Hunter got up and walked quickly to the desk. “Hunter House,” she answered. “Yes, she is. One second, please.”...“It’s for you Ms. Carlyle,” Mrs. Hunter said, trying to suppress her obvious excitement. Sherrie was already up and crossing the floor. “Thank you,” she said, taking the phone. “Hello….Yes it is….Oh, hello Sheriff Jackson. Thank you for calling so quickly. Let me explain why I called. My friend and I were stopped along the side of the road about three or. When we finally stopped for lunch, I made them eat a lot so they'd want to nap on the way home, but that didn't work. After the long, loud ride, I finally dropped them all off at home, and the moms came out to congratulate everyone.I forgot that Monday was a holiday, but Tuesday they all went back to school, and went to play for the middle school. Johnny started high school. I went into the office to see what was going on. I met with Karen. The S&P was up to three hundred and thirty. On the. . who was sleeping like a baby.They gave us a very satisfactory breakfast and we got on the road as soon as possible. I was in a quandary. I felt responsible for the girl. If I just gave her some money and set her loose, I was pretty sure she'd end up in the sex trade, which is about the only option for a girl in her position. On the other hand, she had no papers of any sort. If I was going to take her home, I was going to have to do something about that. It was only about a hundred miles to. As the party rolled on and drinks were drunk and people got mellower and less inhibited, the girl he had propositioned, having mulled it over and perhaps not having received a better offer, would sidle up and ask him if his offer was still on the table.I was thinking about this as I lay on a sun lounger in the Caribbean, watching a group of four black girls enjoying themselves in the sea. They were a variety of shapes and sizes, but each fuckable in her own way. They were to me, anyway, because.