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It's before business hours but there's still a lot to get done before we open. Haley and I enter the building, turn the alarm off and clock in. I've worked with her a few times but don't really know much about her. She's dating, she's been here for a few months and she likes soccer, that's all I really know. And she likes scary movies. So we go through our routine of opening up and preparing for another day. We don't get to speak much the first hour but then things slow down a bit and there's a small break.

I ask her how she ended up working here. She said she moved back to town cause of her then boyfriend who she is no longer dating. This catches my attention, back on the market maybe? From the first time I saw her I immediately had an attraction to her but quickly learned she had a guy so I just didn't bother to do anything. She's petite, Mexican heritage, speaks Spanish and English fluently, my type of girl. Cute face with perky breasts, gorgeous round ass, thick legs, slim and in shape. She's quite a bit younger too, still a teenager, can't legally drink yet.

We chat for a little bit, talk about movies, soccer, she shares a little about her family. Our conversation is flirtatious. I ask her about her ex, how it ended, what happened, if she was okay talking about it. She didn't go into a lot of detail, but mostly said she was tired of being treated poorly. Tired of being so uncertain in that relationship, tired of being on edge, tired of constantly wondering if he's cheating on her.

Naturally I steer the conversation more sexually, playful at first. We've warmed up to each other now, there's a little trust between us. I joke around about celebrity crushes, putting more focus on myself and kinda making fun of myself, lightening the mood. She laughs quite a bit.

Her smile is gorgeous. I love to watch her laugh, love when she uses her entire body to laugh. I eyeball her legs, squeezed tightly in yoga pants, accentuating her curves and tickling my imagination. She starts doing some dishes and I help out, mostly drying them, keeping the conversation going. She bends over to grab something from under the counter, I use this moment to bump into her ass with my crotch. A playful "oops!" I apologize and she brushes it off, giggles. The way she's looking at me now, totally different from before. Or is it my wild imagination?

I stand behind her as she finishes up the dishes, she doesn't mind. She asks me to grab something from above, something she doesn't really need. I reach over her to grab it and hand it to her, a big smile on her face. It's still an hour before we open. No one else is here yet.

"Hang on, don't move."

She freezes. I lean down a bit and smell her hair.

"intoxicating. Damn it smells good."

She's kinda surprised I like it, it's not her favorite. Doesn't matter. I place my hands on each arm, a warm chill runs through my body, my cock hardens. The sexual tension rises. She doesn't react to my move. I run my hands up and down her arms and she wiggles her ass into my body, a small purr rumbles from her throat. She spins around, looks up at me, our eyes connect. This isn't love, it's lust, desire, passion. We both have needs, we realize we can satisfy them together. There's not much to do in the next hour, we have our chance.

Holding her, I take a step back, giving us a little more room. She kneels down and unzips my pants, my veiny, pulsating cock pops out, so eager to meet her. She moves her head back so she wouldn't get smacked. Grabbing it with her right hand she looks up at me while stroking it.

I'm not that good with Spanish but I know enough, the important things.

"Esa es una buena niña, pequeña muñeca polla chupar el sexo de papá"

She gives me an impressed look not expecting that from me. There's a lot she won't be expecting from me. She put her lips to the mushroom and kisses it softly, wrapping her tongue around, sliding it down the shaft. Soon she takes it all in, stuffing it down her throat further and further till she's choking on it, saliva spills onto the floor.

"Oh niña tiene un toque tan perfecta, la lengua y los labios suaves hacen tan difícil papá"

She releases my little monster regaining her breath. Pulling her back to her feet, I then kneel down sliding her yoga pants off revealing the sexiest pink thong. I immediately notice it is drenched, already. The material cannot contain anymore liquid, it is fully saturated. I am so impressed! She takes her thong off showcasing her exquisite, delicate sopping wet pussy, clean shaven and glistening in the artificial light. So succulent, my mouth waters, my stomach growls. I help her to do a half cartwheel so she's standing on her hands, then I pick her up, with several giggles, impressed notes coming from her. I hold her upside down and use the tip of my tongue to brush around her other lips. I can't resist anymore, I bury my tongue inside those tight pink walls, going as deep as I can while she continues sucking my rod.

Her legs wrapped around my face, my mouth covering her pussy, nose and eyes buried between that succulent pussy and her ass. I shake my head all around, aggressively vibrating between her legs, I am her magic wand. I face fuck her, using my entire head to thrust in and out of her pussy, tongue doing the penetrating. She has to pause sucking me just to moan, trying not to scream.

"Oh mi dios eres como un a****l, tan jodidamente bueno, papá caliente tan jodidamente"

I love hearing a woman speak her native tongue, a foreign language, no English. I feel her cum, she grunts with passion. It turns me on more, that raw, hard sexy female grunt.

There's only twenty minutes left till we open, more coworkers are on their way. I don't wanna stop now, but there isn't much time left! I suck on her clit, tickle each lip, giving her pussy raspberries imitating a vibrator. I drink her in, taking cup after cup of her sweet filling juices.

"Oh, mierda, me coge tan bueno, me coge papá tan duro, quiero cum para usted, fóllame."

Every word of Spanish makes me go harder. I glance at the clock while swirling my tongue around. Too late. We hear the front door open! I set her down, she scrambles for her thong, I grab her pants. Is it the owner or the supervisor? Either way this is gonna be bad! I'm trying to stuff my cock back inside, she quickly grabs it for a few more strokes, she won't let it go back. I need to hide it. She gets her thong back on.

"Morning!"

She pulls the yoga pants up as I hop out of the room into the hall in front of our supervisor, Tami, with my fly still open! Tami's eyes move down the open barn door.

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XXII. The x factor. It was a strange council they made that evening sitting on Grace's porch. Walt and Marcia, Claire, and, of course, Grace herself, puttering about busily, trying to make everyone comfortable. It brought to mind those old photographs of Yalta, where Stalin, Roosevelt, and Churchill posed with forced congeniality for the camera, the most unlikely and unnatural of allies, each of them knowing full well that their cooperation was only temporary. That the moment the...

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Patchwork People XXIII Strange Geography

XXIII. Strange geography. They really should teach more geography at school, that's what I'm thinking. I mean, I've got to get to New Mexico, but I'm not even sure where it is. In the Southwest, somewheres, which is good enough to say, if you're living two thousand miles away in New Jersey and have no intention of ever actually going there. I don't even know if it comes before or after Arizona. I'm in Oklahoma now, a really godawful place from what I can see of it, which isn't...

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Patchwork People XXIV Cactus Country

XXIV. Cactus country. The day was cool and clear. An auspicious day for new beginnings. The cloudless sky stretched tight, a blue tarpaulin snapped to the horizon. It was almost enough to give Marcia a feeling of hope. Between all the preparations, hastily made as they'd been, throwing together a pair of travel bags, gassing up the truck, collecting maps and whatnot, they were on the road a little later than they'd planned. Traveling south on I-640, traffic was still light but picked...

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Patchwork People XXV Whos Your Daddy

XXV. Who's your daddy? When they asked me at the hospital who my parents were, who my emergency contact was, I guess you can say that I kind of panicked. They were making it pretty clear they weren't going to let me out of here on my own, no way, so I had to come up with someone. Who could I finger for the honor? Mom was out of the question, at this point, and once Marcia found out that I'd lied and basically stolen her money, which I'm sure she must have realized by now, she wasn't...

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Patchwork People XXVI The great escape

XXVI. The great escape. One could imagine a thousand things going wrong, but there was no hitch at the hospital. Their quickly improvised charade worked like a charm. Walt's performance as Phoebe's concerned but understandably angry father was spot-on. Marcia, in her supporting role as distraught mom, hadn't had to act at all. There were the usual papers and forms to sign, a brief interview with a representative from the Chupadero police department and another with a representative...

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Patchwork People XXVII Just south of normal

XXVII. Just south of normal. For the next month, they very much resembled a real family. In the meantime, peace talks with Claire continued, though they were touch-and- go. Grace had gently offered to help mediate and Marcia gratefully accepted her offer. Grace was making progress, working her indelible magic, but it was magic in slow motion. In Claire, she'd met her match, a woman as resistant to miracles as they come. Marcia's ex was angry and would likely remain so, on some level,...

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Patchwork People XXVIII Departures

XXVIII. Departures. It was one of those mornings that seem unable to decide what it wants to be. Halfway to the airport, a fine rain blew up against the windshield of the pick-up. A few miles later, the sun unexpectedly broke out from a temporary gap in the impregnable line of gray clouds massed like battleships laying siege on the horizon It had finally been agreed that Phoebe would return to New Jersey and sign in to an outpatient rehab clinic. At the same time, she would take...

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Patchwork People XXIX When cows fly

XXIX. When cows fly. There are no cows outside the window at thirty thousand feet, no oil drills, no billboards, no fast food chain restaurants either. Nothing but space, space, and more space. You always expect to see things clearer on the way back from a journey. I'm not sure if anything is really different than it was before, but I do see it differently, and maybe that makes all the difference. We'll just have to wait and see. I'm not so mad anymore, I guess. That's one thing...

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Patchwork People XXX Book of Changes

XXX. Book of changes. One morning Marcia came into the Blue Cat and found Grace packing up the snow-globe collection. She carefully wrapped each plastic globe in newspaper before nesting it inside a box beside the others. "What happened? Did Mrs. Pritchard have second-thoughts about selling?" Marcia's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't tell me you got a taker for the entire collection?" "Neither, I'm afraid," Grace said. Marcia began setting out that morning's baked selections....

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Patchwork People XXXI The wisdom of ghosts

XXXI. The wisdom of ghosts. Edgar Birdwell was an awful poet. There was just no two ways around it. It wasn't only that his language was stilted and clunky, antiquated even in his own day, or that his themes were self-censored, disguised in tortured euphemisms to the point of utter obscurity. He was simply a bad writer. There was a good reason he was self-published. Who else would? Birdwell had an ear with more tin in it than a can. Marcia's fantasy, ex- graduate student of...

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Patchwork People XXXII Welcome Home

XXXII. Welcome home. Autumn was now more than just a hint of wood-smoke in the nippy air of a summer evening. The trees had turned and the leaves were in free-fall. In the night sky, the constellations had subtly shifted position. The stars were sharper. The frogs and crickets had grown quieter. "Good evening ladies." Walt waved to them as he cruised passed the porch on the tandem. He was showing up all over town lately riding solo on that bicycle. He was becoming famous for it....

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Do you want to know a secret? I’m crazy about you. Of course I won’t actually say the words to you, but I’ll show you because it’s easier for me. Look at me. Look at my face when you smile at me, doesn’t it tell you everything that I won’t. Feel my fingertips on your arm as you drift into a sleep, they’ll continue to stroke you long after you’ve lost awareness and when I eventually fall asleep pressed up against your warmth, I’ll have a contented smile as I dream of you, as I dream that...

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“What was that?” Hailey quietly whispered to her sister. Straining to hear more, Jamie replied, “I think it’s the Nanny trying to catch us playing in mother and father’s room. Oh dear! I am afraid that the ghosts aren’t going to be happy!” Giggling softly Hailey asked, “You think they will scare her away?” “I’m not sure this one is the toughest we have ever had; we’ll have to wait and see,” Jamie said looking at her sister. “Get to sleep before she comes in here and catches us. I for...

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Its not Incest When You Arent Related Part II

Kellie drove over and waited at the High School for Sara, her sister in all the ways that mattered. She thought back to their first meeting, back in elementary school:She had been a new student and it was hard. She wore homemade clothes and was from an ultra-religious family. It took a long time begging her father to let her go to school instead of being taught at home. He argued against it, but finally gave in when she promised to be extra attentive at daily services before and after school....

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