If I’d let him, he’d have gone on like that for a half hour without getting to the point. I had just learned a great new way to get guys to shut u...p, and now seemed like the right time to use it. I was holding him by the shoulder, with my arm across his chest. All I had to do was let go, and my hand dropped to his lap.“Sweetie, you shouldn’t do that,” he said.“Want me to stop?”I rolled my open hand around on his pants. He was solid under there.“I mean, I’ll stop if you want,” I teased him. “All. My empty thermos of coffee was now filling my bladder.By the way, Hydro was home to another one of those Route 66 icons, Lucille'S Service Station. The gas and grocery was run by Lucille Hamons from 1941 until well into the 1990's.By Elk City, I was a mere forty some odd miles short of the Oklahoma/Texas line, so I decided to get a bite to eat and refill the thermos. On a whim, I stopped first at Queenan's Indian Trading Post Museum run by Wanda Queenan and got my ear bent a little on local. I'm not really the type to be single + my libido is off the charts.we decided to talk after her late work shift. she arrived at my house at 10 in the evening, we went to my room to talk while sitting on my bed. we talked for about 2 hours straight when she was about to go home.i told her she could stay the night because i saw she was too tired to drive and since my parents went away on a weeked they wouldn't find out.she didn't want to stay but she agreed on laying down in my arms for a while. Sandra returned from the bathroom with a naughty smile on her face. For a moment my imagination raced at the prospect of her joining me in my bed, the shedding of our nightshirts the beginning of what was to follow. How wrong I was…‘What are you doing?’ I asked as Sandra lowered herself into a squat at the end of my bed, whilst staring at me with her big round eyes. I was dumbfounded. What was she doing?Whatever it was, it appeared that Sandra did not want to move from her position, her hands.