We got to her door and while she quickly fumbled for her keys, I started to undo her blouse, almost ripping the buttons off. We stumbled over the door...tep, dropping our bags and grabbing hold of each other, pulling close, lips crashing together. Our tongues darted, entangled and lunged for each other. Their sexual, passion filled dance, trying to get deeper into each-others mouth. Hands pulling at our blouses and skirts, removing as much clothing as we could. Our lips parted and breathlessly. Honestly, I was intrigued by this but didn’t really show it as I didn’t want to be seen as freakish to her. I did mention that it looked “interesting” though but I’d have to be really drunk to try something like that. Little did I know that it secretly interested her too and the following week, after we had smoked a blunt, I got the weird idea to try pushing a cherry inside her and letting her push it back out during 69. She was game given our ‘altered’ state but it didn’t go as planned. I. The house is a pigsty and needs cleaning. There must be some cattle left on the ranch. Those need to be found and brought up close to headquarters. Do you have enough braves to do all of this?" Yes, we can do. What you pay?" Two critters for every ten you bring in. All the staples you need to feed your people until Kenny gets here." Not enough. That and three bottles whisky once a week. Drink Saturday night. No one too drunk to work, promise." Okay, anything else?" I dream. A young man come see. "WATER!" Give that man some water," I said a bit loudly, because secretly, he scared the piss out of me.After drinking a third glass, his breathing slowed and his concern asked, "Where?" My place," I said as disarmingly as possible (I remembered his almost connecting with my head)."What happened?" he asked between gulps."You passed out." When?" he asked and took another glass from me."Oh, about two hours ago—Listen, I have some questions of my own," I said."Sure, but can I have some more.