. Why would she mention me ... I showed no interest ... I was just ner boss. No biggie. Thank God.Then the Local Affiliate (telly) got her aside and d...d their own interview ... which went sorta like this:TV: First female win in years. How does it feel?Abbie: I knew it was coming ... I just had to get to the front and stay there.TV: Yes ... you’ve had some collisions with lapped race cars.Abbie: Not that I’m accusing any one ... but it seemed strange that it was always the same driver who. It also sort of excited me too! When I got there I saw only one taxi sat waiting. I took a deep breath and hopped in the back. The driver looked in the rear view mirror and smiled. Indian, mid 40s, not handsome but not ugly either. I smiled back and in my girliest voice said where I wanted to go. He nodded and we headed off.About a mile down the road he looked again and chanced a glance over a shoulder. "Your skirt is riding up you know?"I looked down and the bottom of my dress had ridden up. This went on and on. My knees finally became sore, but Martin wanted to film me some more. He had more friends show up; I don't know if he called them or not, maybe they just knew to come over or something. All I know is, by the time my husband arrived after work with the chicken and beer, I was in the living room on a mattress, on my back with my legs held high over my head getting fucked so nice and hard. I noticed the screen door open and as I looked over, I saw Jim walk in, looking at me. At first hostile eyes she sees thoughnsome turn to smiles mostly lecherous or even a few sneers. “Ain,t you in the wrong place lady?” one loud mouth cat calls. “Or you looking for the job of whore they,s looking for?” She says nothing, but moves toward the bar and asks the bar keep for a bottle of whiskey which he provides and receives a silver dollar in payment. “What brings you to Abilene, Miss?” the bartender asks. “Just taking the new job of town sheriff.” she replied drinking down the.