I don’t think this needs to be washed it needs to be thrown away.” My phone rings and I answer it. It is my friend Kenny telling me he is back f...om vacation and I can bring his horses back. “Kenny I am sort of busy right now I might be able to bring them back later today I will call you and let you know.” Kenny is confused and says “What? You are never too busy to make a few dollars. What is up?” I whisper in the phone “The girl I told you about, she is here.” Kenny laughs and says “Call me. There were quite a few patrons in this aisle. When I stopped to look at one, some guys walked past behind me. The space between the aisles was kind of narrow. As they passed behind me, I felt a few fingers brush the backs of my thighs just below the hem. Oh my god! I instantly felt the back of my thighs erupt in goose pimples. The feeling was so powerful. The feeling of being touched by a stranger. The feeling of being so vulnerable in such a skimpy outfit. The feeling of danger of being caught. And then him fucking me again, over and over again, softand romantic at first and then building to a crescendo of pounding andrutting and grunting and fucking. OH MY. THOSE TINGLES, THEY'RE ZOOMING NOW!!!!! Then he more or less moved everyone into my little office,so we could get my opinion on something or other they'd been discussing.All very normal. I had some words to say about a couple of points and theimpromptu meeting lasted for almost half an. Outside Silver did seem in a sorry state. "Well" the guy thought out loud "There's no shade around here. You need to run around the horse fanning it.There's a peace of roof shingle there in the dirt.You can use that to fan the horse." Lone Ranger tiredly reached for the scrap of wood when Tonto stopped him."Kemosabe let me do that. That horse have saved both our lives time and again. I feel obliged." Well, all right - if you're sure? But come get me if you need me." The Lone Ranger stated, and.