Following her to the bar, I sighed as Dave reclaimed his wife. He got her a drink and, after they had both had a few sips, he murmured something in he... ear. She giggled and looked quickly round, as though worried that someone may have overheard, before trying to look scandalised and shaking her head. He leaned in again, presumably to plead his case and this time her refusal was less positive. After a few more whispered words she seemed to accept defeat, shrugging her shoulders but smiling up at. " I sold my truck in November. My dad still has his car. He lets me use it if he isn't using it himself." I'd get you a truck, Richard. You could make payments out of your pay." What kind of food deliveries? Not pizza?" He looked worried about having to deliver pizzas to his friends. "How much would it pay?" His expression wasn't too optimistic. I actually felt a little bit sorry for him. He had gone broke trying to help his father. He had sold off all his possessions trying to keep things. “I didn’t notice,” I said. “You can scrub down in my shower or sink. I have some good soap and some lemon rinse stuff that works pretty well.”“Show me how it works,” she demanded.“Okay the shower room needs to warm some before you start. Go to your cabin for a change of clothes. At least get a clean sweater, so you don’t have to wear the stinky one after your shower,” I said.“Okay,” she replied.While she was gone, I flipped the switch for the electric ceramic heater in the outside shower. . Later that as i lay there thinking semi-innocent thoughts about her and touching myself, I experienced my very first orgasm. It was accidental. I honesty had no idea what I was doing.Maybe my age, her beauty and me discovering masterbation while thinking of her all combined to make me obsessed with her from that day on. Or maybe she just gave off some certain pheromone that drove the guys in our family wild.For probably the next six months she was my fantasy. Until then, i had had very little.