She got lucky in Hebron where she wasable to talk to an elderly woman who was able to relate some storiesthat she claimed came from the wagon train Ma...y Sue was following. Shefilled almost half a notebook with the results of that one interview.Once in Kearney, she was happy to get out and stretch her legs. Shehunted through her bags in the back seat, looking for a specific diary.One belonging to emigrant William Kelly. Leafing through it, sherefreshed her memory and read his comments. My mouth clenched down on his tongue and sucked saliva out of his mouth and he readily sent more. I moved down and licked and chewed on the tuft of hair sticking out the neck of his polo. He removed his shirt and I licked his sweaty matted chest hair. His sweat and pheromones sent my blood rushing to my already hard cock. I raised his right arm and licked and chewed on his furry, sweaty pit. When I couldn’t get any more taste out, I moved over to his left pit and continued. Fuck, blood. "You're Jahna...aren't you?"Standing in front of me was a blond bombshell. Every inch the woman thatI longed to be. Jahna and I had gone to school together, only back thenshe was known as John. You see, she had transitioned shortly after wegraduated from High School. God, I wish I had known. Maybe we could havehelped each other. Maybe I wouldn't be where I was now. But, she wasdead. Victim of an 'accidental' overdose. About as accidental as I wasplanning."You know. You're one of the . We'll be here a few more days." I live here." Claire had been scouting for talent when she saw this cute American boy with the massive bulge in his shorts."Really? That's cool." It never occurred to Timmy to ask why she was in the hotel."Do you want a coke?" Timmy lamely asked her."Well, right now, I'm getting ready to go to the beach. Want to come?" Sure! Let me call my parents." He promised to be back for dinner, eyeing Claire."C'mon, I'm parked out back." Claire led Timmy to a convertible.