”“Yeah. We probably don’t acknowledge her enough,” Belle said, looking out the window. “Hey dad! Do we have time for a freestyle?”“Hope ...you’re talking about a pick,” he grinned. “Yeah, maybe a quick one. Why?”“See for yourself, you dirty old man,” Belle said with a playful smack of his arm. Bud looked to his right and saw a yard full of old school buses and U-hauls.It was a good day to be a picker. This old motel at a crossroads near, not in, the desert, had been turned into storage by its. I ran.She followed, wearing a short robe that she didn't bother to close or belt and stood in front of my desk, showing me everything I longed to see. I fell in love with her soft belly."Listen," she said, sounding patient, "I've got all these guys dying to make love to me, demanding that I give it to them, a dozen hook ups just panting to drive me crazy, every single cock stiff and dripping. And I've never done it. I can't let one of them deflower me and go around saying he got my cherry. I've. I felt like I should have been more excited, but I just wasn't. I set thebagged nylons and surveys aside and continued going through my mail. Junkmail went in a trash pile. Bills went into the bill pile to be handledevery two weeks. But there was another envelope that didn't look like abill or junk mail. The letter inside read:Dear Andrew White:We are a market research firm with a wide range of clients in the retailindustry. We help evaluate employee training and corporate complianceusing real. Now, personally, I couldn’t care about your achievements as a hockey player. Shelly has told me something interesting about you and I think it explains without a doubt your proficiency as a lover. Now I’d like you to show it to me, and don’t try to hide it from me anymore.”Ethan gave in, grinning. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening, even though he probably should after everything that had happened in the past few days. He stood up to unbuckle his pants. Colleen watched him with.