Those memories didn't help her now. After Bill's death in the auto accident, Joanne was too confused to do much of anything, let alone take care of a teenaged son. Bill had managed to keep a rein on him. But Joanne knew that it would almost be impossible for her to do the same.

After a lot of thought, Joanne decided that the best thing for both her and her son was a military school she'd heard about in Walnut Creek. It was about twenty miles east of San Francisco and seemed to have a good academic and disciplinary program. Joanne didn't want to pack her son away for good. She just needed a little time by herself to think out her future plans.

Surprisingly, Doug wasn't angry when his mother told him of her decision. He even seemed to look forward to getting out of the public school and heading up north on his own. Joanne remembered the day he left-the way his deep blue eyes sparkled with excitement and how the wind blew his blond hair across his ruggedly handsome face as he climbed into the bus.

"Come on! Hurry up, Renaldo," the girl snapped as she jumped to her feet and started towards one of the loading docks in the terminal.

Joanne felt the blood rush to her face as the young man flashed a quick glance at her and winked slyly. He'd known that she'd been watching them all the time! Joanne felt like some kind of bitch dog who was advertising to all men that she was in heat.

But I am! Joanne whined to herself as she staggered to her feet and wobbled toward Service Dock Four. Sexual frustration gnawed and chewed at her pussy harder and longer every passing day. Joanne used vibrators, vibra-balls and her own expert fingers to try to relieve the scratchy itch in her box. She tried everything-everything except a long, hard thick dick.