"Now, come on honey," said Roxanne dismissively, "that's what it's all about, getting laid, fucked, huh? No point in hanging around if you're not getting your rocks off. But hey, I mean, you're a real cute chick, you must have a lot of the guys around here creaming their jeans, to get at you."

Natalie was disgusted. She took a long drink to speed the time when she could get back out to the van and leave.

"No," she said. "What books did you want?" She looked down at the table top.

"Come on," Roxanne said. "I know what happens to chicks like you around here. Fuck, you're fighting them off with a gun."

She stared at Natalie until the poor librarian got very uncomfortable. Natalie crossed her legs under her long, loose summer dress, the faint rasp of her nylon stockings sounding in the silent room. She was indeed cute. Stunningly beautiful would have been a more accurate word. Her soft blonde hair fell in waves to her shoulders, surrounding a waif-like face, wide hazel eyes, a nose very slightly snubbed and a mouth of soft sensual outlines, the deep red lips bowing gracefully.

The rest of her was just as good, though hidden in her dress. Her young, high tits were smaller than Roxanne's, and hung on her chest with no support needed from the brass he always wore. Her tiny waist and flat stomach ran down to a tight pair of ass cheeks, and on to trim thighs above a pair of shapely calves. Even Natalie's ankles were delicious, trim and accentuated by the four-inch heels she wore.

"Yeah." Roxanne grinned. "Maybe you'd be better off in L.A. in that outfit. Fuck, you even got stockings on, girl."

"I think you should dress properly, whatever your job. Bad dressing leads to bad morals."

Roxanne roared with laughter. "Fuck," she said, "you sure think like they want ya to think." She looked past Natalie. "Ah."

There was a creak of the floorboards and Natalie turned quickly, nervously, to find two young men standing there, blocking the doorway. She knew one of them; it was Matt, Roxanne's son. The other one was even taller, his fair hair clit. Well, his strong handsome features glittering at her as he leaned against the wall. He was better proportioned than Matt, who had been lean and muscled by long years on the ranch. Also the stranger's clothes were better fitting.