At least she started to shiver again, but the sheets were wet beneath those covers.I decided to try and towel her off, and move her to my dry bed. I t...weled her hair, and then rubbed her shoulders, breasts, belly, hairy pussy, and legs. Then I rolled her over to get her back side. What a cute ass!She was now dry, but not really conscious and her lips were still not very fleshy colored. I picked her up and took her to my own bed. Before I got in, I just removed my Jockeys so she could benefit. “Let’s go get my car and go home.” That was just loud enough for the ill-fitting suit to hear. He was standing next to us while gazing at women’s corsets on display in a dusty store window. Nothing suspicious about that.We stopped in at the Edwards ... John Q Senior’s hotel and his son Johnny’s pawnshop. Where I bought all those guitars ... lest you forget. We chatted with Johnny and played a few with John. I left el Patrón at the bench and strolled down to the Spur. My Vega was parked out. Mr. Fowler opened the door as I was kissing her good night. He sent her to her room and turned to me, looking me over like a side of questionable beef. I was instantly nervous.“Son, we need to have a talk.” he said leading me into the living room and indicating a chair.“You've been spending a lot of time with Sandra the last few days.” he said“Yes, sir,” I said“You know she's only seventeen?” he asked, “and you're what? Nineteen? Twenty?”“Nineteen, sir,” I replied, “and she told me she was. ‘This is perfect.’ Megan sighed as she leaned back into Max’s warm chest. ‘Yes it is.’ He agreed, hugging her tightly to him. He gazed down at her, his eyes seemed to sparkle. They both sat quietly for a while, basking in the comfort of being near each other. They were away from the real world, from all the problems they had to face day to day. Here in the middle of nowhere, they were free to just enjoy the precious time they had together. Megan’s eyes drifted shut. She felt so safe in Max’s.