He was looking at the pink compactwith those large lavender daisy's painted on the door."Hippies," Sheriff Potts said in that same voice of disgust th...at Frankused. Frank wasn't thinking hippy when he'd asked. Nor was the Sherifffor that matter. Mostly because the car was pink with flowers on it.Pink with flowers wasn't exactly a manly sort of car they both decidedin their own way. That thought was on the Sheriff's mind when he foundthe large bag in the trunk. The Sheriff changed some of what he. She'd fuck me whenever I asked, but it wouldn't be exclusive. That was fine by me. There was a big fishing tournament coming up and Marlene was randy as hell. It wasn't a bad deal. With B.A., Marlene, and Marlene's friends, I hardly ever went to The Tumbleweed.Cindy Lou was obviously happy with Brick and him with her.Rhonda was Rhonda, which means she was normally happy, but sometimes seemed dejected. She never complained. She turned her energies into school. She was one smart little cookie and. “That’s a shame, I was looking forward to hearing you sing all week,” said Will. “But if you need someone to cuddle with, we could always pick up where we left off here last time.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.Kay grinned. “I might take you up on that.” She stood up and gave him a quick, cola-flavored kiss. “Be right back!”Will watched her walk towards the restrooms. She stopped at a table along the way to chat briefly with a quartet of college-aged girls and guys before disappearing around. In her living room, she sat on the sofa and crossed her legs, which made her dress ride up her thigh, wow, what a sight I had as I sat on the floor, across the coffee table from her. Using diagrams on graph paper she explained what Trig was designed to accomplish. When she was satisfied that I was beginning to grasp the concepts and get a eyeful of her black nyloned covered thighs, she gave me a sheet of paper with half dozen problems. As I set to work, she leaned back on the sofa uncrossing.