Quickie Behind the Quick mart
Being single in Georgia was fun. I did what I wanted when I wanted, and whom I wanted. It had been a long week at work, there had been a four-school football tournament, swimming practice was in full swing, and a class B band exhibition on Friday and Saturday. There were so many hot boys in and out of my little sandwich shop I lost count. I was so horny it was not funny, and I looked forward to getting home and finally getting off. It was Saturday evening; Darrin said he was heading to a party...