Lying absolutely immobile, her arms and legs splayed out uselessly like a rag doll's, on either side, Sue was speechless for the first time since the lovemaking had started. Billy Earle lay still also, with his head pillowed in the wet softness of the sparsely curling pubic hair between her legs.

They panted out their exhaustion together for a long moment, and Billy crawled closer to her and pressed his open mouth over hers.

Sue could feel and taste the wetness and intensity of her orgasm on his cheeks and lips and thrust her tongue deep in his mouth in a wordless gesture of thanks for the incredible gift he had just given her.

She felt completely exhausted, washed out now. Her passion subsiding, the hunger pains returned to gnaw at her insides.

"Billy," she managed to say, when he took his lips from hers, "Do you think we could get something to eat?”

"Yeah,” he said, "I suppose so. Are you hungry?”

"Oh, Billy, I'm so hungry I can't even think about anything else.”

"Little gal, we better feed you-there's lots more I want you to think about before this day is over.”

And feed her he did. Sue Belle, dressed in a pair of Billy's jeans and a shirt that hung down hiding the overlapping jeans, didn't care whether or not people looked at her. She ate with relish, thanking her lucky stars she had found Billy Earle.

Chapter 2

They ate at an old eating house on West Broad and Mike, the owner, made Sue Belie welcome. After the meal he invited the two down to the pub in the basement to hear Big Bob, a man Billy Earle knew. Big Bob was entertaining between gigs.

Mike said, "Every time Big Bob comes to town he always plays a few nights here. My crowd loves him.”

And so did Sue Belle.

She immediately fell in love with the greying-templed performer. He stood almost as tall as Mike, and his face was tanned, not artificially, but from days of sitting on a lake somewhere fishing. He reminded her so much of the man her mother had described to her as her daddy. Could it be, she wondered. Perhaps.