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Mama’sside?”

“No, Preston.”

“Not your Mama then your Daddy’s side?”

“No data exchange.”

“Ya know, I learned some awesomely painfulFBI ways…of making you talk.”

“No.”

“You like threats. See, I’m learning littlethings about you as you don’t speak to me about yourself but answerkinda indirectly my inquiries about your person while sitting herenot answering my questions.”

Pamela giggles, heavily then breathes,normally & quotes, sharply. “No.”

“You don’t like wine meaning you don’t getintoxicated and I can’t ask more nosy questions. Do you want acoke?”

“Please.”

Preston stands, swiftly & shouts, loudlyfrom kitchen. “See, I’m learning.” Pamela giggles, lightly. Hereturns & places tall glass next to her elbow.

“Thank you.”

“So, let’s start from the top. Do you live inBirmingham city limits?”

“No data exchange.”

“Do you like dogs? Got a dawg…he’s…probablysleeping or chasing opossums under the fence. He likes to do that alot.”

“No data exchange, Preston.”

“Come on! You like cats, kittens, littlefurry things, then?”

“You live at 235 Maple Street. You bank atAlabama Union on Walker’s Chapeel Street account number 6528…”

Preston stands, swiftly & moves towarddesk. He shifts, loudly papers then flips open check book. Hewhispers, softly. “6528…” He eye burns Pamela then tosses leathercase to desk & struts, manly to chair.

“Credit card number 4859…” Pamela stops,suddenly then smiles, sweetly. “Shall I continue?”

“How much do you know about me? No, not theright question. How did you get all that personal data about me inrelatively short period of time?”

“Internet leads to bigger clues to valid datathroughout electronic deep pockets of databases, storage historicalfiles in government and industry bins. I’d strongly suggest one ofthem identity thief companies to monitor your CD and savingaccounts. $1,000,000 is a quite a little nice nest egg. Are yamad?”

“I’m impressed with your computer skills andI’m definitely forewarned. Are you bank accounts safe?”

“I don’t own much but I have assured the bestsecurity that my money can buy. But, I don’t want to dwell on lousybank numbers. I was only making a point.”

“Point received and filed.” He slurps, nosilywine. “So, what’s next?”

“I can’t talk about my job or my person.Kinda makes me a really dull person.”

“Do you go to movies or concerts on weekends,Pamela?”

“Do you get flexible time off to see anentire movie or attend four hours concert or do you work whenrequired, Preston?”

Preston clears, nosily throat. “Second pointreceived and filed.”

Pamela invades, heavily Preston’s space withher cornflower blue eyes twinkling. “I clearly see the wondermentIlenn holds for Arthur. They’re the same but not the same.”

Preston grins, toothy & whispers, softly.“I think we’re the same, Pamela. Love our jobs! Do our jobs! Livein the ‘now’ because the ‘then’ is gone and the ‘next’ is comingtoo fast and furious.”

“I agree, Preston.” Pamela purrs, sexyfinishing her eggroll.

Pamela lifts, preciously wine glass &tumbler from table to sink in kitchen ending their evening meal.Preston sneaks behind, wraps, tightly steel arms around her tinywaist, touching gently her hands placing glasses in sink. Hewhispers, softly. “I have a maid service. They enjoy working.” Hekisses, lightly her bare shoulders. She giggles, lightly.

Pamela talks, slowly then smiles, sweetly.“That’s good. I enjoy reading.”

Preston requests, nicely. “I enjoy dancing.”He kisses, lightly other side of bare shoulders. She giggles,lightly.

“Is that Marilyn singing?” Pamela recognizesmusic from living room.

Preston mutters, lightly in her ear. “Yeah!‘Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend’…combination of sweetness andsassy in her voice.”

“She’s has a nice voice, low and alto.”

Preston whispers, softly. “I prefer girlswith a flute fluttering tilt.” Pamela body spins into Preston’sarms, smiles & giggles, lightly. He pulls, gently her handswalking backwards into living room with piano encore pinging injazzy octave “C.” He stops as Pamela parks into his chest. Prestonpulls back, raising her left hand, twirling her body around floorto beat of music. Preston sweeps, gracefully her into hug as bothbodies whirl, beautifully across the empty floor until music ends,sweetly with high octave “A.” Preston grins, toothy. She smiles,shyly.

Pamela talks, meekly after the deep tonguekissing on her back. “Thank you, Preston.”

Preston grins, toothy, holds her close,rushes finger pads, gently to her face, closes his eyelids, kisses,tenderly her lips, lays on top in his bedroom. He emerges, slowly,opens eyelids & smiles, devilishly. “Ya…ya seem…”

“Young.”

“Kinda inexperienced.” She nods, once.Preston frowns, ugly, ponders, scary. “Lordy, how old are you,girl?”

Preston inquires. “20.”

“20, then…” He pauses, dramatically. “Ialmost feed a baby…alcohol.”

“I don’t drink or smoke nasty cigarettesPreston. I just don’t like the taste of beer or wine.”

“A real babe in the woods.”

“How old are you, Preston?”

“25.”

“Old man.”

“Old man with young chick. I like that image.I like disastrous.” Preston proposes, devilishly. She giggles,lightly.

“You do not. You like demur.” Pamela names,correctly. “You’re a lady’s man.”

Preston laughs, hardy as Pamela pins,excellently him drawing lost memories of past with that high schoolchick named Missy? Or maybe Molly? Or maybe Holly? Or maybe hecan’t remember that name? Preston remembers she wanted to join theQuarterback Club in high school.

7 years ago.

Arthur & Preston are quarterbacks in highschool football & has created the “Quarterback Club” for anyfemale acquiring entrance. The only requirement female must bevirgin. This chick qualifies, highly.

Arthur calls “Dickhead” as Preston gets“Asshole tails.” Quarter lands on tails giving Preston the grandprize.

Preston drives, quickly them to lake housepracticing one-on-one offensive maneuvers. She poses naked, sexy inbed as Preston kisses, roughly her pretty face. He covers,completely with his body for the final move. She resists,uselessly. Preston holds both wrists & forces his desire on thevirgin. He smirks, slightly as she screams, loudly bites withteeth, scratches with nails then sobs, heavily.

Chick doesn’t come back to school the nextweek. Preston doesn’t care about the chick but he does care beingclose to 18, the legal age of something illegal. This is his lastpleasure until college. College girls can scream the same illegalissues but he’s got a backup plan.

Dad guides, wisely if Preston gets intotrouble, come to him. If the trouble is girls, go to Mom. Mom isnurse with tentacles extending

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