They said they’d be here in about ten or fifteen minutes.” Claire’s tears restarted.“If they can make it by then, you should be OK. We won’t... get this lot cleared to the moon in fifteen minutes, not by a long way.”“You mean...”“No guarantees. We won’t wait for them, but if they arrive before we leave we can probably get your sponsor and the rest of his pre-pack into the pickup.”“Really?” Claire felt hope and relief. At least there was a chance – if anyone knew a back way into an extraction then. He loves her like he loves no one else in the world. He doesn't know what to do. Her skin is warm to the touch and her naked lustfulness is torturing him. He has to get her home."Okay," he says, trying to peel her body away from his. "Now get dressed," he says, tossing her dress to her."Promise?" she whispers, her breasts heaving as her breath comes in gasps. Her hard nipples are jutting out towards him as he answers. Even though he knows better, he can't seem to avert his eyes."Yes, I. In the morning. ''Well why don't you go get the truck baby?'' he says to me. ''I knew there was a reason you decided to park it over yonder after you dropped me off,'' I said. ''Well.....he trailed off with a smirk.'' ''Fuck you, fine I love you too,'' I replied, As I took his keys and strolled down the street naked with my faggot cock swaying around only in my stiletto's, I walked down the deserted road by the post office turned then walked further down the street towards the only operating. "When I was young," Lucas Allen said, pouring himself a third cup of coffee, "we had to hay all day. Even if we didn't get home till dawn." Well, ain't nobody gonna make me hay all day." Hanson shook his head. "Not on a Friday for sho. You mighta been crazy enough to do it, but not me." Wasn't so crazy about it," Mr. Allen said, nodding sharply. "Man said work. We worked."Hanson finished his toast and gulped down a glass of orange juice. "Give me them keys. If I sit here listening to you jaw.