There was no doubt about his interest. Hailey checked frequently, stroking down his thigh and then back up to the prominent bulge between his legs."Ke...p that up and we're gonna crash," Don hissed."Just drive, Don," Hailey said in a husky whisper.The truck had barely stopped when Hailey pushed Don out of the truck and followed through the driver's side door. Don grabbed her and pressed her back against the door of the truck, crushing his lips into hers. Hailey groaned as he thrust his thigh. I went there at some time everyday. I drank a cup coffee with the Brit every day. Yeah I realized he was my only real friend.That Sunday I called a lot of my acquaintances and had them drop in for a drink. There were sheriff's deputies and highway patrolmen. The cops occupied half the bar and the motorcycle guys occupied the other half. Mixed in were a few girls as well.The pub was only half filled but it was more than I expected. Also more than the Brit had expected. Juanita ran out of food. As I walk by they smile or wave to me. I remain cordial and wave back or greet them if I've already learned their name. Shanana is over there helping with the food again. She is laughing and cutting up with the women. The other three girls are gathered together with a group of about 15 or 16 other girls ranging in age from about 11 to 16. These are probably the unmarried girls. I say that because there is a group of boys the same age nearby looking on. Not soon enough the call for breakfast. As the girls laughed at Paula's momentary embarrassment,I tried to make her feel at ease as I said, "She couldn't miss my foot,I've got these long dancers legs." More like a model's legs. So long and thin," Christine noted."That also describes a dancer," Izzy rejoined."I don't see her as a dancer. She looks more of a model." Yah, dancing implies talent," Izzy teased."I'm no dancer," I admitted with a shake of my head."Then, give us you your catwalk strut," Christine countered."That's another.