Oyster Gulch, Chapter 7

by Jackie

Mary Ellen wasn't sure which cramp was stronger, the one in her gut, the one in her pussy or the one in her ass. They all added together to create a lump in her throat and a flutter in her heart. Her first reaction was to refuse, 'just say no!' The Utah cop standing there holding her newest sex toy (which, by the way, was embarrassing enough) couldn't possibly be serious. If her hearing wasn't failing her, Officer Mullen had just said 'show me how you use this'. Her mind was refusing to accept that she'd heard correctly; she knew she had, but it was worth a shot. "Pardon?" she said, and it sounded like a gasp because it was.

"You heard me" the blonde snapped stepping toward the fortified enclosure. When the cop extended her hand holding the three pronged purple latex devise through the bars the clerk didn't move. 'There has to be a way to negotiate ... I can't do this' her mind spun in every direction searching for options but found none. The look on the face of her jailer persuaded her to accept the pleasure tool. Her hand was shaking so badly she nearly dropped it. Possession may be nine tenths of the law but in this case the change of possession didn't really change anything. They both still just stood there looking at the amazing toy.

Mary Ellen had only had it for a few days and so far only used it once; but that once convinced her that it was worth every penny of its heft price tag. Prior to her discipline sessions with the Oyster Gulch Sheriff, her idea of anal was a little digital tickling with practically no penetration. The thrills she got bent over her boss's desk had convinced her to experiment with the butt plug. The triple action stimulator she was now holding was the logical next step. The under confident shy clerk was actually embarrassed to own it. Now here it was, not only on display practically with her name on it, but a woman who arguably had all the authority she needed was demanding that she give a demonstration. Mary Ellen was weak in the knees and thought that fainting right now might not be the worst thing that could happen. "I know I said I'd do anything ... but ... but ... please don't make me" she sobbed and fresh tears followed the tracks of the ones from the squad car ride.

"What time did you say you needed to be in Rawlins?" Sandra prompted glancing at the clock. 'She's right! I've lost almost an hour already ... that only leaves me two, maybe two and a half to spare'. "It's your time and you're wasting it" the cop said smugly as she sat down at her desk and began to untie her boots. "I got all night." Mary Ellen sniveled and wiped the snot on the back of her hand. 'I can't let the Sheriff down' she resolved and took a deep ragged breath as officer Mullen doffed her boots and put her feet up on the desk.

The prisoner closed her eyes and summoned erotic thoughts. Recalling the weapons search she just undergone seemed like a good place to start. Feeling the cop's surprisingly soft hands slide up her legs, the faint 'accidental' brush against the damp crotch of her thong, she ran her fingers over the longest thickest part of the toy; it was working. The heat was building in her pelvis and her breasts tingled. The clerk opened her eyes and looked at her audience. Sandra Mullen was an attractive woman. She started to imagine that the cop was going to use the latex pleasure wand on her. A twitch deep in her vagina seemed to make the bars disappear. Sitting herself on the cot she lifted her dress a little, stroking the toy against the crotch of the thong before pulling the thin stretchy material aside and stroking the tip through her slippery folds. Her vision had become a little cloudy but she saw that the blonde who'd arrested her had turned her chair to face the cell. One of her hands was running over the front of her kaki shirt the other was stroking up and down the inside of her trouser leg.

The accused used her left hand to turn the switch on the base of the toy and it immediately began a low discrete hum. Even though it was self inflicted, the vibration on her engorged lips made her yelp. Her eyes were closed again and she allowed the tip to touch her tiny shy clit. "Mmmm..." she moaned as delirious waves of warmth spread out from the stiff little nub. It was getting hot, fast and she realized how horny she actually was. 'A minute or two of this and I'm gonna cum' she thought as the toy's vibrator, emitting its lowest frequency, wiggled her love button.

"Take your dress off" the sound of the other woman's voice surprised her. Up until the cop spoke she had accomplished the self-delusion that she was all alone. Opening her eyes to look in the direction the voice had come from, she saw through the fog that her jailer had removed the top of her uniform and unfastened her trousers. The request sent a chill through the self pleasuring prisoner. Out of shyness and poor body image she avoided being naked even in front of her regular partners. The thought of stripping in front of this total stranger made her shudder. The toy sending its rapid pulses through her clit seemed to inhibit her ability to think, so she moved the tip of the latex prod lower on her lips.

Evidently she was taking too long. Officer Mullen was standing and pushing her uniform pants down when she repeated more forcefully "take - your - dress - off". She spoke each word slowly as if she was talking to a young uncooperative child. Mary Ellen fought back the panic and anxiety that threatened to squelch her arousal. 'I gotta do what she says if I'm gonna get out of here in time' she realized. She turned the pleasure giver off and set it on the woolen blanket covering the cot. Oyster Gulch's Sheriff's clerk stood and with almost vicious resolve, grasped the reinforced supportive bodice she pulled the yellow print sundress out over her boobs and up over her head in a surprisingly smooth maneuver. Giving her tussled short brown hair a shake she dropped her dress back on the cot. She could scarcely remember ever feeling this ... defiant. It wasn't a clear thought, more like a deep feeling 'I gotta job to do for the Sheriff and this bitch is keepin' me from doin' it'. The emotion that welled up in the Sheriff's clerk was out of character and it felt very good.

Mary Ellen stood for a moment letting the cop's eyes explore her body. For some reason she wasn't having her usual self deprecating and mostly unwarranted thoughts. The thought that her heavy 'C' cup boobs sagged too much for her age, that her tummy wasn't flat, it had a bulgy baby fat quality to it and that her hips were too wide and well padded, none of these usual criticisms crossed her mind. Instead she glared at her audience of one and challenged the buffed blonde to find fault. By this time the clerk could see that Sandy was in very good physical shape. Officer Mullen stood beside her desk in a very attractive bra and panty set with a large colorful floral pattern. Her underwear could have almost been mistaken for a bathing suit.

Mary Ellen scanned up from the bare feet, which looked sort of too small for the cop's frame, up the shapely tanned legs and paused where the floral material bulged around the plump projection of her jailer's mons. Imagining what the obstructive woman's coochie might look like sent a sweet little pulse to her still tingling clit. Continuing up over the flat, and evidently firm abs that she would die for, she arrived at the well filled cups of the colorful bra. She suspected that the push-up style bra made her jailer's tits look bigger than they actually were, but the round orbs bulging toward the middle of Officer Mullen's chest were nevertheless impressive. Finishing her toe to head sweep she found herself looking at the blonde's pretty face smiling at her with abundant self confidence.

Though it seemed like minutes to her the visual exploration had only lasted seconds. "Take off your panties" the woman in charge said, and as if to demonstrate started pulling her own bikinis down. The worst was over in terms of the body parts she was shy to expose. She wasn't horribly self conscious of her kitty so it didn't take a lot of will power to strip the stretchy thong down over her full thighs. A moment later they were both standing with their underpants dangling from one hand and staring at each other's vulva.

The closely trimmed patch of hair above Sandra's pouty, swollen looking lips was exactly the same mottled shades of yellow as the hair on her head. Though it wasn't really a conscious thought Mary Ellen realized that she'd been right about the very natural appearance of Sandy's hair. And speaking of hair the officer was now pulling out the pins that kept her mane stacked on top of her head. The natural blonde gave her head a shake and the wavy wispy yellow hair cascaded down to her shoulders. A few strands strayed across her face and she quickly drew her fingers down her cheeks to get them out of her eyes and mouth. Her very white straight teeth almost gleamed in the harsh fluorescent light of the Sheriff's office as the confident smile broadened.

Sandra's eyes were focused on the tiny exclamation point of dark hair that adorned her prisoner's flushed mons. Just below the fuzzy landing strip the faintest hint of the inner pink treasures peeked from the crack. Sandy was recalling the wetness she'd detected brushing her hand on the naked woman's panty covered lips 'She was creaming before I even pulled her over' Officer Mullen though and it made her kitty twitch. 'I bet she was gonna shove that dildo up her cunt and ass any minute if I hadn't stopped her; she was dyin' to do it anyway; except now I get to watch.' Her prisoner's state of arousal even before she'd touched her thrilled the young cop.

The prisoner resisted the urge to look at the clock again. 'It's not gonna help to keep lookin' at it; just give her what she wants and hope she doesn't renege on the deal; did they have a deal?' She picked up the interesting latex pussy pleaser and remembered an essential ingredient she was missing. "I need the lube" Mary Ellen requested. Sandy seemed a bit dazed and looked at the woman in the cell with questioning eyes. Officer Mullen had more than enough natural lubrication for all the activities she'd ever engaged in. She often thought she had the equivalent of an artesian well between her legs but then she'd never put anything in her bum either. "It's in the bag where you got the toy from" the plump brunette directed. The tube of clear jelly wasn't hard to find it was the only thing left it the traveling pleasure kit. She handed it through the bars and watched the prisoner smear a large glob of the slippery substance on the short prong with the bulb at the end of it.

As her fingers moved over the supple surface she was transported out of the jail cell and into another world. Recollections of the joy the trident had provided that one time she'd used it made her pussy ache and beg. She had discovered that first time, that getting in the correct position was critical to using the toy. Lying down on the cot she pulled her legs up to her chest and spread them. If she'd had any consciousness of the display she was putting on for the law enforcement officer watching her she would have died of embarrassment. The need was too urgent now to allow for any thoughts of modesty.

Sandy hadn't been expecting what she was seeing and it took her breath away. She hadn't really had time to think about what was going to happen; other than the fact that the sex toy fascinated her and she wanted to see it in action. Now her prisoner was sort of bottoms up with her legs spread. An intense jolt struck between her legs as she watched the brunette's discrete crack part and reveal more of its deep pink inner lips. Below the sensual crease Sandy saw the brown puckered spiral of the other woman's anus pointing straight at her. When the woman on the cot began to apply the clear jelly on the fingers of her left to the tight rear ring, Sandy felt her anus tighten in an unusual and exciting way. Mary Ellen concentrated on getting as much of the slippery lube around her pucker as possible and dipped a finger just inside for good measure. The penetration of the sphincter sent a wave of warmth washing over her and she couldn't help thinking of Sheriff Carlyle who had introduced her to the pleasure potential of her ass. Lowering her legs a little she began to wipe the longest and thickest of the toy's prongs up and down her pussy to spread her natural lubrication and prepare her introitus for the invasion.

Officer Mullen reached behind her back and unfastened the simple hook of her colorful bra. When her final piece of clothing slid down her arms she tossed it in the general direction of her desk chair and didn't actually care where it landed. She was much too focused on the purple shaft that the performer was coating with her juices to trouble herself with such trivia.

After she spread her pussy juice around using the tip of the pleasure wand she turned the toy ninety degrees and began stroking its length up and down her wide open receptive lips to apply a pre-coat to the thick shaft. Like a hot dog sliding up and down a bun the latex began to take on a wet glistening sheen. The textured shaft rubbed tantalizingly on her projecting little clit. Mary Ellen was more than ready for penetration but she was in the groove now, literally, and simply let her impulses take over.

It was hard to turn the switch at the base of the trident because her hands were so slippery but she finally did manage to engage the miniature motor. The toy hummed discretely to life and she applied the rubbery tip to her precious button. On its lowest setting the frequency of the vibrations was like a rumble rather than a buzz. The wave of pleasure was intense and she had to take the tool away from her sensitive nubbin or she would have cum in seconds. The dildo seemed to be trying to work its way out of the tenuous grip of her slippery hand. Tugging on her vulva and wiggling the head of the probe she soon lodged the tip in her vestibule. Her vaginal muscles had been tense but without conscious effort on her part she felt them relaxing in some primal reflex to accept the invading shaft. Steady pressure on the base forced the wand inside. She continued the slow insertion as the waves of joy spread through her until she felt the shorter rear probe touch the sensitive skin between her cheeks. Holding the base with her left and she gripped the prong with the teardrop shaped head with her right. Positioning the steeply tapered latex against her anus she supported the rubbery flexible shaft as it began to enter. The delightful sensation of the thicker probe humming just inside her coochie was joined by a deeper achy kind of pleasure from the arm she was directing up her butt. Pulling her knees up higher, tighter to her chest she was trying to concentrate on relaxing her instinctively resisting sphincter.

Mary Ellen felt like she was hanging on by a thread. She'd been too worked up when she started and now she was having trouble executing the involved process of inserting the toy and keeping herself from cumming at the same time. She tried to distract herself by thinking about her remaining drive to Rawlins and how she'd have to hustle to make it on time but when the bulbous head of the anal probe breached the resistance of her anus the wave of heat and pleasure overwhelmed her and she cried out "Ooooh ... ugh ... oh fuck!" The tool was securely entered in both of her pelvic orifices and there was no longer a need to concentrate on manipulating the device. Her pussy demanded to be filled, having been teased by just the first inch of the vibrating prod while the anal penetrater was targeted. Mary Ellen used both hands to bury the toy, all except for its switch containing base, inside her.

The mind-numbing waves of pleasure were familiar from her first session with it. She was only very vaguely aware of how fast her pelvis was thrusting against the toy that she was firmly holding in place with both hands. The part she'd forgotten from her first experience with the magical trident, and she would forget this time too, was the impact of the third and shortest of the prongs. When the tool was completely inserted the 'dolphin' on top of the main shaft was mashed directly on her clit. The rumbling low frequency vibration of the half inch long delicately sculpted latex was being applied to the most sensitive part of her most sensitive part. In a way, like hitting a nail that had already been driven home with a sledge hammer. Her orgasm began before the toy actually bottomed out. Her senses were unable to even register the added stimulation but the effect was nonetheless explosive. Her pelvis was a blur thrusting so fast that it naturally decayed into a shiver. The sound that she made was entirely indescribable.

Sandra Mullen's mind was no more in the Sheriff's office looking through the sturdy steel bars than her prisoner's was. Nothing in the world existed but the intensely erotic show that she'd ordered. Massaging her breasts and tugging on her nipples she stared in fascination at the process of inserting the toy. The fingers of her right hand had been strumming over her flooded vulva while she tried to imagine what the vibrating purple prod felt like sliding up and down her prisoner's juicy slit. When the actual insertion began her fingers pried her slippery lips apart and began to explore deeper in her dripping vulva. The never before experienced tightening and tingling of her asshole as she saw the shorter of the trident's probes disappear inside the contorted woman's rectum added a whole new dimension to her arousal. Her fingers engaged her throbbing clit and began their rapid rotary motion. When Mary Ellen shoved the toy all the way home an intense blast of heat overwhelmed her and she buried three fingers as deep in her aching cunt as she could. Abandoning her tits she grabbed her mons with her left hand and pressed hard on the root of her clit. Her pussy erupted and she felt the fluids coating her hand and rolling down her wrist as her vagina tried to compress the embedded fingers. On some level she observed the violence of the plump brunette's climax while her own body and mind spasmed out of control.

Oyster Gulch's Sheriff's clerk fumbled with the off switch on the pleasure devise imbedded in her cookie. The stimulation of her spent pussy was now almost painful. She managed to turn the miniature motor off and collapsed full length on the prison cot from exhaustion. Soon enough even the feeling of the latex buried deep in her vagina and colon became too much as well. Taking a firm grip on the base she extracted the marvelous tool with a squish plop and let it fall on the woolen blanket between her legs. For several moments she just lay there trying to get control of her breathing and clear her head.

Sandra had her butt resting on the edge of her desk doing a very similar cool down exercise. She removed her fingers from her snatch and began sucking the sweet juices. As her head slowly began to clear she realized that her thighs were wet all the way to her knees. Unsteadily she stumbled into the staff washroom to clean up.

Mary Ellen felt her gut tightening as the delirious afterglow was cut short. Through unfocused eyes she was still able to read the large wall clock; eight-thirty it said. Her addled brain was trying desperately to do the math. She'd reckoned the total driving time was twelve hours. There was enough cushion in that to allow for gas stops but not much more. 'I've been driving for two ... that means ten hours to go. If I left right now I could be in Rawlins by ... uh, four hours makes it twelve-thirty ... then another six ... it'd be six thirty. That's OK ... Wait a minute I gotta be in the Logan's driveway by eight (that's when Heather said her husband left for work). Plus I need to find a place to fax from in Rawlins after I get the guy to sign for the car. The facsimile has to be in the Public Defenders Office in Wells before nine ... How the hell do I know how long it'll take to find a Kinko's or whatever?' Her gut was starting to really churn now; 'and I'm not on the road yet that could take... ' who knew? Her best estimate was that, at this very moment, she had no more than an hour to spare. She and her jailer were both naked and in no shape to get going. As panic was setting in she jumped up and rattled the door of her cage as hard and loudly as she could and yelled "Sandra I gotta go!"

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Sheriff Carlyle continued to stroke Caitlin Logan's strawberry blonde curls tenderly as the teenager recovered from what was very evidently an explosive orgasm. Caitie's mind was struggling to clear and get back to her mission- the reason she was here in the first place. Before she'd yielded to the older woman's advances she'd extracted the promise that the family Honda was going to be returned to Wyoming. Once that happened she had a less secure promise that her mom would go free. "Do you know if my dad has the car back now?" the calculating teenager asked.

"Oh no honey; it won't be there until morning" Brenda informed her conquest.

"Are you sure it's gonna get there on time?" the girl persisted.

"Uh ... pretty sure honey" the Sheriff said feeling like this pragmatic discussion was ruining the atmosphere. She was too cautious to make absolute statements without firsthand knowledge that nothing would stand in the way. She started to mentally list all the things that could go wrong. Optimistically she thought it was a pretty short list, but getting arrested in Utah wasn't on it.

"Can you check... ? I mean is there a way you can find out if it's going OK?" 'I'm never gonna be able to move this date along unless I calm her anxiety' the cop realized. Picking up the phone she smiled at her teenaged companion and dialed Mary Ellen's cell phone number from memory. On the front seat of the green Accord, parked somewhere near the Great Salt Lake, the cell phone lit up and played 'Hail to the Chief'. The call coincided exactly with the Sheriff's clerk's thunderous orgasm inside the holding cell five miles from the all important car. Brenda's first reaction to the voice mail announcement was annoyance. 'Pick-up the fuckin' phone she said under her breath. After the tone she said "Mary Ellen ... I need you to call me right away" then she hung up. She hid her concern and disappointment from Caitie. "She's probably taking a nap ... she may even be in Wyoming already." The Sheriff knew that was stretching it quite a bit even under ideal circumstances.

Caitlin was intuitive when it came to getting her way. She got to her knees on the couch wearing only the severely shortened plaid skirt and kissed the top cop near her lips and said "Thanks for trying ... she'll call back soon won't she?" Brenda certainly hoped that was true but she was, for the moment, speechless. The tender adolescent lips sent a thrilling surge through her which turned into a flaming ember that lodged in her crotch. There was simply no way she could resist an invitation like that. Her mouth covered the kneeling teen's and sucked her lips inside. When the older woman's tongue slipped between her teeth Caitlin wasn't sure if she needed to resist. The Sheriff's expert kissing skills drove the thought from her mind and she yielded to the wonderful sensation of her mouth being thoroughly explored. To retain some semblance of her innocence she limited her own tongue activity. She wondered if it could ever be this sweet kissing a boy, and then decided she didn't care.

Sheriff Carlyle was enjoying the kiss but all of her erogenous zones were screaming for attention. She guided the teenager's hand to her breast on top of the black satin robe and was very pleased when the tiny hand began to squeeze and caress immediately. The reaction in her pussy was quick and dramatic. The spasm made her moan right into Caitie's mouth. When the girl's hand continued to play with her tit through the shiny material Brenda took her by the wrist and redirected it inside her robe. The girl ran her hand all around the mushy orb before focusing on the prominent bump sticking out. She was gently stroking the textured areola and nipple enjoying the way it felt when her host took her by the other wrist and placed it inside her robe too. The intent was obvious and Caitie didn't think it was out of character to play with both boobs at the same time.

Tremendous heat was building in her loins and Brenda, always a patient lover, let the arousal and sexual tension in her body build slowly letting the teenager get used to the idea of sexually pleasuring another woman. Little did she know that her adolescent lover was dying to get the rubbery peaks that felt so good in her hands, into her mouth. The Sheriff untied the belt of her dressing gown and let the slippery material fall off the back of her shoulders. A small part of the robe was under her butt. The rest pooled around her like a black cloud. Brenda knew the faint pounding between her legs was the result of the pulse in her clit. She didn't want to spook her prey by introducing genital stimulation too soon so she endured the increasing pressure. Controlling the urges and taking things slowly was the price she knew had to be paid for initiating a young woman to the sisterhood. On the one hand it was devilishly difficult; on the other it was the very thing that made first timers so exciting and rewarding. She'd lost control once already when she dove in and devoured the teenager's honey pot. She felt like she'd gotten away with something and didn't want to press her luck a second time. She was soooo wrong.

Caitie wasn't bored she was having fun playing with the older woman's breasts but she also wished her host would move things along a little faster. 'Coy' she reminded herself for the umpteenth time but the feelings were starting to stir in her own coochie again. One thing she hadn't learned from the cactus farmers was patience.

"Pinch them really hard; like you did before" the older woman requested, so she did. The deep guttural groan encouraged her to pull and twist before repeating her hardest squeeze on the ever lengthening nipples. The rubbery pegs now stood out longer than the first joint of her thumb. "Would you kiss them ... would you be OK doing that" Brenda coaxed. Caitie smiled as she leaned forward 'God I thought she'd never ask'. She knew she loved the feel of a stiff nipple in her mouth so it was no surprise when she started to suck and tongue the firm knob that her kitty was twitching. Alternating between her hosts breasts she wished she had two mouths, maybe three 'cause she wouldn't have minded some more tongue sucking either.

The pounding in her clit was getting hard to take. Brenda thought 'maybe I'm getting too old for this' when she was no longer able to keep her hands out of her crotch. She spread her legs wide enough to get some room to work and began to finger and stroke her engorged lips. It wasn't gonna be enough. Disappointed in herself she parted the folds and sought out the jellybean sized heart of her problem. Caitlin noticed the activity out of the corner of her eye and she too was disappointed. Unwilling to let the opportunity get away she took a chance. "Would you like me to help you with that?" she tried to make her voice sound as sweet and innocent as possible in spite of what her words meant.

Sheriff Carlyle's formerly hooded eyes snapped wide open, followed by her jaw dropping. Caitie found the look of amazement comical and had to suppress a giggle. "I could do ... uh, you know ... what you did to me" Brenda considered it proof of her cardiac health that she didn't have a heart attack right then and there. The sharp intake of breath was followed by a sound that seemed to come all the way up from her aching pussy. The girl knew there was really no need to ask and she wasn't waiting for a reply. She slid off the couch and positioned herself between the sixty year old's thighs. Oyster Gulch's top cop looked down at the big green eyes and adorable face framed in the tussled strawberry curls looking expectantly back up at her. She'd had these things go wrong before when things moved too fast, but she was sure she absolutely did not have the will power to dissuade the pubescent darling barely a foot from her needy womanhood. Summoning up all the restraint she could muster she said

"Only if you want to honey; don't feel you have to." 'There I gave her an out' Brenda tipped her head back praying 'if she takes me up on it I may go and get my gun and shoot myself for bein' so fuckin'... ' She couldn't find the word for what she'd done but it no longer mattered. The teenager's mouth latched onto her yearning vulva and went to work. The temperature in her pelvis and upper thighs went through the roof immediately. The pressure that had been building since her meeting with Peggy Baker that afternoon had to let go; and it did in a white hot explosion that resulted in her thighs clamping on the kneeling teen's head and her wailing like a woman freefalling off a twenty story building. The sensation of freefall wasn't that far from what she was feeling.

Caitlin didn't hear much of the woman's vocalization with the soft thighs pressing hard on her ears. She tried to keep her tongue moving but she was pulled in so tight she had very little room to maneuver. When the rapid jerking slowed down the mature thighs relaxed too and she was able to sit up and admire her work. Sheriff Brenda Carlyle was nearly prone on the sofa with her face so contorted that, if you didn't know better, would have made you think she was in agony. The head of Oyster Gulch law enforcement was murmuring something Caitie couldn't quite make out.

It took a couple of minutes before the post climactic woman was functional. When she was able to focus again she found the darling girl right where she been the whole time kneeling between her legs. Brenda opened her arms and Caitie climbed in. They were half sitting half lying in that tender embrace when the phone rang. The Sheriff picked it up and said "hello". Caitie of course couldn't hear the other side of the conversation so after the pause the girl was pleased to hear her lover say; "Where the hell are you and what's going on ... why didn't you answer the phone?" She knew it was the woman who was taking the car back to her dad. There was another lengthy pause followed by the Sheriff saying,

"OK ... OK ... look I'm gonna call you in four hours, and you better be in Wyoming" with that she hung up the phone. She cuddled Caitie closer. As stern as her voice had been on the phone the girl was surprised at how sweetly her host said "everything's fine sweetheart ... had an unexpected delay but it's back on track now." The good news suddenly made the teenager very sleepy. She laid her head on the older woman's bare breast and drifted off.

Mary Ellen pressed a little harder on the Honda's accelerator, watching the speedometer needle hover at eighty. She didn't dare go faster. 'All I need now is to get pulled over for speeding ... knowin' how thorough Utah law enforcement can be' the thought made her giggle.