”Kim said, “It’s no trouble, we’d be happy to do it. We aren’t planning a big fancy night or anything. We just want to spend it together. We...can do that while shopping too.” I nodded agreement, and Mom gave in. She got out a memo pad and put things on the list. I told her to “add anything else we are low on, like all the bacon and eggs I used this morning.”Mom went through the pantry and fridge to make a more thorough list. Kim and I headed out soon after that. When we were in the car, I told. She certainly held my attention. She had this way of saying things while looking deep into my eyes (which made it hard to look at her cleavage) and touching me at the same time. Like, she'd say something about her story and would just grab my shoulder and with her accent say something like, "Choo know what I mean?" with eyes wide and eyebrows raised. And every time it was like she had just told me the most amazing thing in the world. After I responded appropriately, generally by nodding. I shiver, tense, and twitch, still on the couch but only just. I feel like I’m going to melt and slide down to the floor any second. My breath catches as he slips a finger inside me, feeling how tight I am, and before proceeding much further he pulls away from the kiss to whisper against my cheek ‘Have you ever been with a man, Emelia?’ My voice is barely there as I breathily murmur ‘Yes, Sir.’ When he looks at me suspiciously, I admit ‘But not for a long time.’ Which is true — I’m woefully. We hope to have another ten to fifteen after our meeting this weekend," I said. Three women looked up and gave me air kisses when I corrected his language."And you did all this with shovels?" Mr. Thornton practically yelled. "Ron! Call the State Highway Department. These kids need to be taught to lean." He started laughing as if that was the funniest thing he'd ever said. Ron chuckled a little. "Brian, how many of the other fifteen are ... uh ... men?" Court, how many have called in with.