I went looking for Fran and found her sitting alone eating some rather revolting looking and anything but healthy food. She brightened when she saw me... sitting down at her table, but followed my gaze at her food and her face fell. "My Mom is a waitress. She brings home leftovers."I simply nodded, but her obesity was easily explained if this was a representative sample of her diet.After lunch we had separate electives, but we met again for the last class - double physics. The teacher - groan -. "I took a deep breath. "Okay, Vanna, will you let go of me now?"She did, but slowly backed away. I couldn't turn my head to her, and I surely knew she wasn't about to let me leave. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to keep my cool. I certainly didn't know what to think of her at the moment, but she evidently pushed my buttons."How about I just ask you this, Ben, would you like to have sex right here, right now? It can just be a one-time thing, and my daughter never needs to know, I can keep. Would you let me play, or just flip me over and fuck me hard?God, I need that so badly now. My toes are curling as I think about being bent over this chair and drilled hard by you. I'd beg you to pull my hair and slap my ass until I scream. That thought of it is making my pussy drool. I feel so empty now. I need your stiff fingers plunging into me, or your warm mouth sucking my juices out. A hard cock would feel so good inside me now. Come on baby, stroke that fat cock for me. Imagine yourself. And, I did take some comfort in Rebecca’s words to me on the subject, “She loves you, Flint, but she ain’t in love with you.” xxxxxxxxxMrs. Hogg and her two daughters walked toward me, heading south on Market from No-Name. I was sitting, tilted back in my chair, on the boardwalk, outside the Bighorn, taking the morning sun.The three of them had obviously cleaned up, their hair was still damp. The girls were barefoot, wearing flour sacks for dresses. Mrs. Hogg still had her black-handled Colt in.