Just as I set the brakes and opened the door, there was a young woman running from the club’s entrance.“YOU’RE JERRY HELTON!”“I sure am and ... need to know where we can park our bus to unload.”“If it’s okay, I’ll ride with you and show you where to turn so you can come up behind the club.”“Sure, come on up.”“Oh - I’m Sylvia - and my Daddy owns Border Country.”“Hi Sylvia. Nice to meet you. As soon as we park, I’ll introduce you to my sister Sherry and the other members of our troupe.”“Swing hard. I mean, you know, if she was a shrew or something…” Alli laughed. “She can be a bit sarcastic, but she’s hardly a shrew.” I nodded, agreeing. “No, she’s not. She’s funny and personable and very open about things. She’s really very laid-back if Charlie isn’t all up in her face about something, and she has a very easy attitude about sex and her body… anyone’s body, actually. She probably has the most relaxed and healthy attitude about sex of anyone I know, and we get along well. So yeah, to. Small townshad day jobs, too. All I needed to do was walk up that main street andlook for someplace where I could trade my muscles for a few dollars.Then I'd get something to eat, something to drink, and maybe even treatmyself to a pack of cheap smokes before finding the nearest railroadyard and continuing my journey further south.So I began to walk up the main street, which I quickly discovered was,in fact, called "Main Street" toward the center of activity. There werea few morning shoppers. But I still had a lot of pent-up arousal after ogling my girls in their skimpy climbing outfits all day and then getting fondled by Evania in the shower. Making out with Vivienne was stoking the fire of my lust and putting new hardness into my cock, and I mentally thanked Taylor for having the foresight to leave our bedroom unoccupied for just this kind of opportunity.But before either of us could make a move in that direction, we were startled by the sound of a door opening. I held no shame.