.. one in particular, Paul Knox, a white boy, the running back for our football team, a junior. He was hunting my cute little freshman butt like I was... the last gazelle on the veldt and my dumb ass didn't know any better. I'd gotten used to being a wallflower as far as dating and such, so I really didn't have any experience with pussy hounds."I finally give in and agreed to go out with him on a Saturday night, lied to my folks about it, said I was going over to a friend's house, and I met him a. No? That would-" His eyes were locked on the silky scrap of fabric. His fingers tingled with the memory of how they felt. "That would be wrong." Very wrong, darling." Vivien kicked them into his lap. "I'm practically your mother, after all. But I'm sure you would have seen them at some point." She let the words hang in the air for a moment. "I'm going to be here for a little while, and Kendra tells me you're the one who does the laundry. I suppose it's just as well that you get it out of your. One of the men actually tipped his hat as they rode by. However, the story was different when they got to the second wagon. They pulled their pistols and rode directly toward Sarah, who was driving. Before the men could say or do anything, both women dropped to the floorboards and poked their shotgun barrels over the wagon wall.Three of the men continued to ride toward the women, but one of them swung around to be back of the second wagon. He was probably not expecting any opposition, so he was. She was wearing a two piece string bikini that clung onto her body like an elastic and he couldn't help but get a hard-on. He swallowed the lodge in his throat and stared at her body imprinting her image in his mind. Collecting his thoughts together he sauntered over towards her and no words could explain the emotion he felt when he saw her face register his figure as if she were dreaming. "Hey sis," grinning with all the confidence in the world Derek stood over Dana's frail body and she was.