" Besides, I like to drive."I clutched my hands to my heart and staggered. "So, that's why you offered to drive. You weren't concerned about my car be...ing stolen," I said mournfully. "I feel so... so betrayed." Oh, stop it already. Pick you up at seven?" Sure." We had reached my car, and she started walking toward hers. "Um, Claire, do you know where I live?"She stopped and turned around, a look of chagrin on her face. "Haven't a clue. I should really ask you while you're still here, shouldn't. With one hand I steadied her rump, then with the other I began slowly petting her, down from the base of her tail over her dark hairless asshole, pausing to massage the skin between that and her pubis, then down over that as well, feeling her lips flare at the touch, burning hot and moist. After a few passes she was shuddering, shifting her hindquarters back and forth, occasionally making small animal noises in her throat. I concentrated on her cuntal lips, stroking them until they flared. She had done some serious thinking once she could martial thoughts at all. The four women who had taken her from her house had mothered her like hens, even trying to spoon feed her. Their obvious concern pulled her mind back to sanity and then overrode what would have been her normal irritation at having to rely on others. She had felt safe with them as they drew her life story from her, sometimes against her will, but in a way that made her glad that now, at least, somebody in this town knew. I have always recognised him, even as a child I would walk through and recognise the faces of the people who have been drinking here for years. But I had never noticed him until I began working here. Never noticed his height until he was stood right in front of me. Never noticed his hands, big and safe, until they made contact with mine when he handed the money over. Never noticed the quiet purr of his voice until he asked me what book I was reading. He is an older man, with fine lines of grey.