Chapter 11
The powder puff felt like a tiny sponge as Barbara Judd dabbed it on her nose. She inhaled the scent of pine which emanated from the powder. Then she swung around in her chair, a swivel seat at the desk in her office, and nodded toward a man who stood near the hat-rack. "You know quite a few secret things about me," said Barbara. "And we never even met until ten minutes ago."
Yankee Lane hooked his thumbs under the front buckle of his tight fitting denims. Barbara felt uneasy at the passion aflame within her, and she wished his multi-bulged manhood didn't show so clearly. She found herself desiring his thrust, his animal attack upon her innards.
"I stopped pullin' punches when I grew out of knee britches," snarled Yankee.
"What makes you think I'd cooperate in a-" She pau
