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h got J.T.'s attention.

en at me, then back and forth. "Aw, hell.

the bottle out of his hands. He looked like he was ready to fight me for it - till I turned it

pped the tent door for him. I caught a shock of red hair sticking out of a sleeping bag on the far side of the tent, which had to be Beck

sed, I turned back to

innocent look I've ever seen, despite the fact that I kn

and Paul talking about it at the concert. I was in that gr

e that were being cooked in nearby RVs, and crisp, clean morning air. Pussy was definitely in th

"But why make him th

fucking with his mind. Besides, if he remembers any of this conversati

tle of water from the car the same time I'd gra

ery nice

J.T., or that I'm a

which made her

ast want me to be bisexual," she

ght? I've turned a straight girl into a lesbian once before - stands to

th la

t later," she said. "After all, w

si-surprised. "Yes," I said, co

d. "But for now, I think we both need

"I have someone I need to meet with in Tu

id. "You'll be

miss an opportunity to try and s

**

ghout the morning's activities and the ensuing conversation, my mind had kept drifting back to the woman on the other end of the phone. I mean, sure; watching Belind

about the unknown. It was like knowing I had a great Christmas present waiting for me in the attic, but I couldn't get it fo

ed on the

ore saying anything

l sounding like you want to fuck my brains out, I'll find a

emorse in her voice. "I was just thinking that your vo

s too early in the morning to get her motor running without being there in person to turn the key, but it s

going to fu

ving sex with her or any other woman, my heart rate heard a s

"If she saw me right now, she'd

said. "Still,

urse," I sai

abou

a lesbian, but I also caught her admiring my body when I went to get a

e than happy to

said, making her laugh again. I swear,

was in downtown Tulsa, sitting in the parking garage of a large high-rise. I sat there in the driver's seat of my c

el

ing a simple word sound like the naughtiest

ost nothing

under which it was a good thing immediately came to mind. She stayed

w," sh

might have been a bit sterner than I wante

the words say she's afraid, but the tone says she's anything

"Seriously, though. You know what I've been doing for the past five years, you know what I look like, you kn

are you?"

ow nothing about you. You could be some 50-year-old hunchback who just escaped from the psycho ward last week. You could be

s somewhere in that range from listening to her voice

with her. I waited for her to offer mor

he said. "I'd like to get to know you the old-fashio

y mind. "Why don't we do this? We'll talk e

ope

. That can be enough for today. I'll start tomorrow. Every other d

ask questio

g the other doesn't want to answer. The only rules are, they have to be non-s

no

r things we'll talk about anyway, since we can't seem to go two minutes without talking about sex. I want to get to know you