She was from Mineola. She was nineteen. She was walking to a friend’s house.“Are you from around here?” she asked.“Nope,” I replied, “I’... just passing through.”Rita smiled.“You should stick around,” she said. “You’re cute.”I wasn’t use to a stranger complementing me.“Turn at the next dirt road,” Rita instructed. We bounced down the pot-holed road towards a farm house. I pull into the dirt drive and before I could even come to a stop, I knew the drop off was not going to happen. I watched as. Linda was going be my official secretary while I was here. Gordon Decker was to be my escort to all official functions. Gordon, Andy informed me, had brought several suits and tuxes and had taken dance as a college course.Gordon was a likable fellow and seemed to get along with anybody and was in great physical shape. He also spoke three languages of the 7 that I also spoke. Like most of my men, Gordon had done time in the sand box; we had a lot in common.Protocol required that I have four body. I was not expecting it myself as I was also planning to hang out with my cousins. But then the thought of her going alone in the bus this late in the worried so I reluctantly said yes. Then we started off from there, caught a bus and left for our place. It was raining pretty heavily and 5kms short of our place we were stuck in traffic. It went on for quite some time. My aunt then said that if we can walk from here we could reach our home. it will be about 1 and a half km and it will be through. I didnt know what to do. I was frozen. He must have realized I was being odd because he asked me if I was okay. I said yes, barely getting that single word out. I hurried into my room, shut the door behind me and ran into my bathroom. I couldnt believe what I was feeling. How? I use to hate this guy and now I can barely speak to him because he is insanely hot and all I can think about is fucking his brains out. As soon as I was out of my swimsuit and drying off, a knock at the door came. I was.