She'd have to start all over again.She was just barely getting by on her salary and she HATED her job. She didn't want to work. She wanted a man to ta...e care of her, so she could sleep late and go shopping whenever she wanted to. Kris wasn't rich. Not yet. But he WOULD be, if he wrote the right book, and she was quite sure if he listened to her she could tell him how to write it. After all, she'd read at least ten or fifteen books. She liked the ones with pictures of muscled men on the covers,. “I’m looking for the Tuttle family.”“Hush!” the girl called low. Speaking louder, she answered. “Howdy! Wait a bit, while I get there.”She appeared, pushing through low brush to the path before me. My heart wrenched a second time. Though her dress was just a loose, bushel sack, cut for arms and legs and a head, the bulge in her belly was unmistakeable. She was maybe thirteen, carrying the responsibility of a woman. Not an unknown event but rare.“I’m Sheila, and the Tuttles live just that way.. At that moment I felt someone new, taller, press behind me and he just sorta held my hips. I thought it was for balance so I didn't mind, plus I was still trying to figure what that guy spilled on me by sampling some more (I know I know, I was as clueless as they came, but that's what happens when you're brought up too shielded I suppose). 'Hero':The song I was actually excited to hear began, now about 6 or so songs into the concert. I couldn't be more excited! And so was the guy behind me. I. End of discussion, Rex." "You are just delaying the inevitable. We have been talking for over an hour already." We were having our first argument, but he pressed on. I began to fold. "I expect to be the only man who cums in your cunt. From now on put a condom on Karl when you let him fuck you. That is non-negotiable." The call did not end well, because everything was just like before: up in the air. Rex said he needed an answer about the Sunday flight by nine Thursday night. "Just text me.