. and for some reason, I find it quite arousing."Oh hell no," she shouts, "No way that I'm going to let some horny old black guy fuck me! Fuck it! I'd... rather go to jail!" That can be arranged," I intone as I pick the phone back up."Wait," she pleads, now almost on the brink of tears, "What... what were you thinking of doing to me?"The rebellious tone that she has been affecting up until now is gone, slowly replaced by fear. She realises that she has gotten herself in over her head. She is. She murmured something, indistinctly heard, perhaps, “Honey, I’m so sorry for all this”, before she turned and left.Once I had recovered from my time In The Great Outdoors, I went back to work. Surprisingly, there was a poverty of folks performing stupid human tricks, accompanying a deficit of coughs, colds, and miscellaneous sick folks to cure. So, again, I came home early. This time, they asked for volunteers to go home. (“Me! Me! Me! Oh, MeMeMe! Me! I’ll go home!”) Evidently, the boys had. Don could not believethat Mandy was sharing what he thought was their personal lives with herfriends. His humiliation had only been with Mandy, except for the onetime her co-worker had come by. Now he wondered who knew and how hecould face friends not knowing who Mandy had told or who knew. "Sissyshow them the gift I gave you several weeks ago" she instructed."Mistress?" Don asked quizzically, not quite understanding what shewanted him to do."Pull up your skirt, pull down your panties and. Cracking the cab door I was met with the searing dry heat that had settled over us weeks ago. Immediately sweat beaded on my forehead. I stepped out of the cab onto the tire of the tractor and then dropped to the ground, raising another puff of dust.The truck pulled up close, and she smiled as she opened the door. She stepped out. I thought I was dirty! Covered in dust, the woman was wearing a button-down-the-front yellow polka-dot sundress, over her rubber boots, with a floppy hat tied down.