I knew nothing of this beautiful woman but yet I was addicted to her and I knew that one day I'd put my nerves aside and be the man I needed to be. Ma...ybe today was that day...I took my seat and waited. I'd watch her pour the coffee and gently place the cup on a saucer, pick up the spoon and place them on the tray. She picked up the tray and made her way over to me. Weaving in and out of the chairs she danced her way across the floor to my side. The sunlight caught the outline of her curvy frame. But that was image, and she put it on as easily as putting on clothes. The private Jenny, the one he saw, the one that perhaps only he and Jenny shared, reminded him of Marilyn Monroe, too. The real Monroe. Perhaps only Jenny and he knew that Jenny Easton was a desperately unhappy camper.If Blake had to sum Jenny up in a word, that word would be "homesick". She was not a person whose psyche fed on glamour, on adulation, on roaring crowds. Home, back in Spearfish Lake, represented a happier. Assuming that our little outings in the woods would end like all of those in the past with some hard fucking and enjoyable sex. I would then usually slip off quietly into the bushes and just leave her there, so that I could observe her from a distance. This situation would not last too long, and would normally occur after dark or on a moonlit night, I even did this to her several times in broad daylight!..But this time it was going to be entirely different, for some time do to her fantasy's I. I send a message to Brian and daddy to tell them I got the new store and I'm the new store manager. I'm so excited to be able to have my own employees, to be able to put up the displays that I want. The depot is started to thin out, most of the afternoon rush is gone. I go to my favorite app on my phone, it's a porn site. I have a membership and some of the video's that Scotty had taken of me, on this site. I was checking out some of my potential new guy friends, looking at their pics of.