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want more?"
    "It'll do." she whispered as she closed her
eyes and rested.
    James grabbed his clothes and remembered his
phone. Pulling it out, he got to work. First a text to his recent
lover then a picture of her without her face in it, focusing more
on the mess between her legs as it laid on the hump, dribbling his
foamy seed from it.
    He let her lie while he dressed but he
couldn't leave her there. The ride might be smooth, but she would
be hurt by the bouncing from the road. He picked her up as best he
could and rolled her on the side bench seat. It was the longest of
the three. He pulled the middle seat belt down and worked it under
her and with effort, got it to click in the lock.
    Feasting his eyes one more time on the
broken angel in front of him, he exited the back and entered back
into the front.
    He sped to her home more than twenty minutes
away. The digital clock read 5:20 am when he pulled into her drive.
He was so thankful this day was Sunday and he could sleep in and
recover. The night had worn on him with the stress of the job and a
pissed off father. Not to mention the physical toll of satisfying
Lisa.
    He rushed to the back and opened the door.
Lisa was ready to go. Stepping out of the car, she asked him, "Did
you think I wouldn't remember?"
    "I was making sure you didn't forget." and
offered her his arm.
    She gave him the smuggest of smiles and
said, "I doubt I'll ever forget."
    James dropped her off at her door and he
didn't even have to unzip her. She had never zipped it back up
after their romp in the back of the limo.
    Rushing back to the office, he finished his
paperwork, listing all the stops and drop off times, checking out,
he headed for home. It was a shame that his roommate wasn’t up to
hear of his unbelievable night. He wasn’t a braggart anyway and
vowed not to mention it to Mike. Telling that horn dog anything
would bring even a wilder tale out of him.
    Mike Goodman was the only friend he had that
followed him to college after high school. He urged James to go to
the frat parties but his moral compass wouldn’t point him in that
direction. His biggest fear was causing emotional trauma to a girl
he couldn’t love. Mike, however, had no morals and it was any ole
port in the storm for him.
     

Chapter Three
    Sunday was spent sleeping and puttering
around the house. He finally got his tips out of his pocket and
found two one hundred dollar bills. This was the money Carpenter's
Creek gave him but he never knew her name. He was baffled by the
generosity a rich girl had given out. The odds were slim at best to
ever get a tip like that from anyone.
    Monday came way too fast for him. Another
long day was expected as he had classes during the day and work
that evening.
    Arriving at work, he went to get his
itinerary for the evening. Two airport runs and a time trip, all in
a sedan. Limos are fine the first two times you drive them but they
are stressful work. Who wants to be responsible for thousands of
dollars? He was happy to stay in a sedan for the evening. As good
fortune would have it, he was placed in one of the new ones.
    His first two runs were simple. Pick up a
board member of a 'Fortune 500' company and drop them at a hotel
downtown, then pick up a couple coming back from vacation and drop
them at their home.
    With both of those done, he was ready for
the time trip, most likely a dinner run. Pulling up the paperwork,
he looked for the name and found Cathleen Spencer. ' Well
Cathleen, where are we going this evening? ' he thought as he
looked for a destination. 'As Directed" was all that was given.
'Ok, so where do I get you?' and found the address was on
Carpenter's Creek.
    James didn't remember the exact address from
Saturday night and it could be a neighbor. He guessed he would find
out soon enough and headed for that secluded road.
    The addresses ticked by and his was coming
up. Sure enough, it was the same driveway, same cast iron fence,
and same circular driveway at the top. Finding