She told me she felt really comfortable around me and kissed me on the lips. We made out a bit in the car and I drove her home. "Do you want to come i... for a bit?" After saying yes, I had one thought in my mind, 'Will I ever fuck around with a single chick?'We walked in and she immediately threw herself at me, working her tongue inside my mouth like the last meal. She was also taking off my shirt. 'Fuck it, ' I thought. 'It's go-time...' We took off our clothes and make it to her bedroom. She. I took a look around my apartment to make sure everything was in order, then looked myself in the mirror in the bathroom to make sure what I was wearing underneath my clothes was not visible. I went to the door and took a deep breath. As I opened it, I tried to act as casual as possible. “Hi, Kerry,” I said as I stood in the open doorway. He was wearing the same clothes as when I first met him earlier in the day. Kerry gave me a slight smile and looked me up and down – starting from my. It was a Saturday and we had one more day at the show, at least those of us who were salespeople. The customers, like Lisa and Candy had no timetable to conform to. So it was no surprise as the evening wore on and approached 11 that it was time to go. Sunday was a long selling day, and the breakdown of booths, loading up, and traveling to the next destination. Candy & Lisa came up to me and Lisa said, “Of course, you’re going to take us back, right?”“Of course I will” I said, a little. The returned soldiers eventually began calling themselves The Hand or more fully, 'The Hand of Man'.Things evened out eventually, but the men's memories were long and the learnt lesson was handed down to the sons of the returned soldiers, then to the grandsons, which is the current breeding adult population. Many of the women left the town deeply shamed and remorseful. There were few, if any, women in this town who haven't been used by The Hand of Man. It has since been proven that most, if not.