" Beat you like bitch in heat."His hips shuddered, his breath quickened, he finished, his breath hotand ragged."Sal, you OK, buddy?" It's a workout, i...t. Pull over and have sloppy seconds."Jose honked and swerved through traffic.Salvatore swatted my butt goodbye and scrambled out of the door. Josetilted my head back, kneeled, thighs beside my ears, pumped my throatuntil I was breathless and drooling."Too much," I said"S'what you get, puta."He flung me face down on the futon, bunched a bean bag. If my bowl was full of stew, any dessert would simply slop stew out of the bowl.There was dessert aplenty surrounding us. I regarded Fawn as primo eye candy. Slender, blonde—she was almost fairy-like. Blonde hair currently clipped in something called a Page Boy. Blue eyes. Small breasts. Smooth-skinned. Her nipples were pale—and at the moment they were puffed up. Fawn was taller than me—but she was smaller than most of the adults, too. Being petite made her non-threatening to me, but I had. He shrugged. "Nice enough. But who wants to get to know a girl who you have to put a bag over her head?"That made feel sorry for her. I mean, I not the handsomest guy in the world, but I've dated a few girls. She's not had anyone.The two tutoring sessions went well. Each time I stayed over for supper. Each one was incredibly good.By the time of the date I had caught up on two months of Chemistry and finally felt like I understood what my teacher had been talking about.I picked up Mabel at her. She is probably gone now anyway. The person to call is my son John. He lives in Jackson.”I gave Gerome the number for John’s office. His call most likely would not get answered, but he could leave a message.I went back to reading everything I could find on pot farming. Many of the mechanics were interesting to me. On one site the instructions were all about growing the plants indoors. My intent was to use the all natural approach. It was cheaper and I assumed it would be just as safe. I felt.