She said she wanted to make sure that I didn't, well, get too excited, I guess," Becca explains. Stacy looks down at Becca's open jeans. The slim fitt...ing metal cover disappears down between her legs. How that must feel, I have no idea. Oh, Becca, what have you gotten yourself into? "I ruin everything, don't I?" Becca groans, rubbing her cheek against Stacy's shoulder. "No, 'she' does!" Stacy growls, getting off the couch. Becca's puppy-dog eyes fill with worry. Stacy tears into her bedroom and. She also blamed herself for carrying on a lewd affair with me, a boy half her age. “Yes,” I said, “we fucked.” “How many times?” “Twice, I believe,” I answered. “Tell me about that,” Wendy’s face was wide-eyed, childlike. We went back to the sewing room. She locked the door and turned the lamp off. I didn’t argue about the light. In the dark she found the coverlet and spread it out on the floor, then turned to me to be held. We kissed and I stroked her back for what seemed like a lifetime.. I backed up to my trailer, got out and hooked up to it and then hurried into my room, grabbed my stuff and got back to my truck. I pulled out of the motel and headed down the street that would put me on the Interstate. I was three blocks from the entrance ramp when a pickup came flying up behind me and pulled out to come up on my side. It was a two lane street and the pickup was in the oncoming lane and as it came up beside me I saw Clint and two guys in it. He obviously intended to pull up. Not only did I want their best produce available, I wanted it delivered in perfect shape at the correct time. And at discount prices. That is, if they wanted to continue doing business with us. In some cases where I knew the margin was tight, I gave up my usual markup. Even then, it took an extraordinary amount of work and coordination.The staff was also forced to exceed themselves in preparations for the event. Even the house had to be exhaustively cleaned. All the bedrooms had to be prepared.