In that town he couldn't find a piece of ass to save his soul. In other places he could always search out some bored and lonely housewife who was hot ...and ready to screw, but not there. All the good-looking women in Tuttleville seemed to be well taken care of, were so satisfied they weren't about to make it with a stranger passing through town." Well, I'll be damned!" said Findley."You think that wouldn't make a good subject for a book?" asked Laura."Maybe," said Findley, "Depends on what else. I finally blurted out, “Michelle, sweetheart, what the hell is wrong? You can’t keep telling me it’s nothing!”She sighed, looked away, then back toward me and finally opened up. “There is something. I’ve been afraid to say anything for fear how you’d react.” She looked away, looking almost like she was going to cry.“Sweetheart, you know there isn’t anything you could say that’ll make me love you any less.” Actually, I was almost afraid that maybe she’d fallen in love with Brian! But I didn’t. .........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Well Jim and I drifted off to sleep that Saturday night it was pretty late about 2 Sunday morning I guess. And we got up probably 7:30 that Sunday morning and I must have been dreaming about the night before with Bruce. When I woke up I was soaking wet with sweat. I slid out of my seat, checked that nobody was watching us and then followed her through the automatic doors. Christina was standing outside one of the toilet doors and leaned on it to push it open. She pressed her index finger to my lips.“Try not to make too much noise,” she said then grabbed the neck of my t-shirt and pulled me into the small space, locking the door behind us. She kissed me hard, her fingers fumbling with my belt. I kissed her back, our tongues pushing against each other. .