Some things never change. _____________________________ She was washing dirt from potatoes she had carried in from their field not a half hour before ...hen she first heard the sound. Not quite a rustling of dry autumn leaves, not quite the gentle whisper of a fresh breeze through the pines behind their cottage — no, the sound was more a sigh. It was, she thought, as if the earth itself had sighed. She dropped the potato she had been washing and walked to the open door. Tomas was gathering wood. That leads to the second point. Since she didn't go to college, Weaver went and joined the work force instead. She bounced around a little from job to job at the start before finally finding one that stuck, but she could say she was happy with her current occupation. It payed well, had a flexible scheduled, and best of all was within easy driving distance from her parents' house!That aside, there's one other thing that sets Weaver apart from her friends. Namely, she's an exhibitionist. She. "Do you like to suck cock, Beverly?" Philip asked, "or would you prefer that I take you over there to the couch and let you ride on my dick?" I'd like to taste and feel that sexy hard cock first, Philip, and I'm gonna do that whether you want me to or not," Beverly said as she first pulled her skirt up, reached up under it and removed her thong panty that she had on underneath it. Then, with Philip knowing that she now was naked underneath her skirt, Beverly came over and bent down by Philip's. He was put on probation and kept from playing sports until grades improved. She decided to help him with whatever work she could and they came to be pretty close during his senior year. She's sure he kept coming because he was infatuated with her at some level. But the attention was helping somehow and grades started getting better. He and his buddies, all grew attached to Liz and hung out outside of school hours when everyone was free. I wasn't really around for those hangouts. May/June came.