He wasn’t dressed like a logger, and he didn’t look like he had been to the bar. Nothing like home. She watched with a warm flood or relief as he ...hoisted her bag into his truck and held the door for her. She wasn’t all alone!An hour later she wasn’t all that sure. There were hotels, and cheap motels, but a quick scan of apartments had sobered her, especially the deposit needed to even pay the first rent. She had no furniture and as yet no job. She had come cold. The attentions of Tim at home. This went on for a few days until finally his boss expressed his concerns about the poor performance and gloomy attitude.At home his mood was sullen, and as much as Cathy tried to ignore it, her uncontrollable grin spoke volumes until finally, Rick opened up after nibbling on some supper on the fourth day. "I don't know how or why you did this to me, and I'm sure you did, but you've proven your point. The joke's over - I'm not sure what I've done to deserve this - now give me back my !@#%&. ’ I shivered and my skin broke out in goose-pimples. ‘Wild Boy,’ I whispered. Vholes fixed me with his cat-like stare. ‘The old stories need not play out the same way in every cycle, Jack. Indeed, the stories are not necessarily accurate after millennia of oral repetition. And they are never to be taken dogmatically. They hold truth, but not all truth. This Wild Boy’s mother did not throw him away.’ ‘I’m just wondering,’ Tommy said, ‘not that I particularly care, but what happened to all. You like playing with my boobs, Ritchie? I asked, teasingly. Whatever makes you think that? he responds, matching my tone, as he grips my nipples and pulls gently, getting a soft moan from me. Oh, I dont know &hellip, Maybe the fact that youre working them over like youve never seen a tit before&hellip,. Are you complaining? Oh, not at all. Just be sure you soap them up real good, and Ill show you something youll like even better. Whats that? Oh, youll see&hellip,. Once my breasts were.