Finally, the shop owner stepped out from behind the counter, looked at the mess in the store, and started crying. Victor stood up, helped the girls to... their feet, walked over to the woman, and held her as she cried."My store. My store," Elizabeth Shanks cried."We;ll help you," Victor said, and the girls scattered and started gathering up the books and papers. Between the girls, Amber, Victor and the woman they had all the papers stacked up, the pictures straightened on the wall and the books. I imagined myself sitting there in shock as everyone who was not in the meeting stared at my cunt. Actually, everyone who wasn’t in the meeting was buried out in the main area in their cubicle, but the thought still caused my juices to flow. I always had to go to the bathroom after I flashed a morning meeting just to make sure that there was nothing dribbling down my leg.It was in the middle of the third week that I started thinking about the state park that was right next to the apartment. Maybe ’cause a lot of rental car companies rent Chryslers and a lot of travelin’ salesmen drive Chryslers, which is how Becky, my friend Seth’s daughter, got pregnant by one of them travelin’ salesmen. He stopped by the barn to ask directions and one thing led to another and he deflowered Becky. Yes, Sir, that was a sad day with people talkin’ ’bout that city slicker comin’ to town and suddenly disappearin’ in the way he did. Seth swears up and down that he never took his shotgun to the fella. He seemed to be about six feet tall and wore his black hair swept back. The white at his temples was astonishingly attractive. As he gave me a tour of the house, the guests began arriving, and the introductions became so frequent as to confuse the remnants of my memories of the rest of that night. The Blanche Christmas party, though, is not a stuffy get-together of up-turned noses. I had the time of my life. The food was delectable, the guests always observed old-fashioned Southern gentiality,.