"Mmmmm, let's do it again," she said, sitting up. "Let's do it so much we…"

"Hey, what's gotten into you?" Ron asked, interrupting.

"This big thing," Gina giggled, reaching for his cum-splattered prick.

Ron was about to add something, but the ringing of the telephone cut him off. He reached over and lifted the receiver, a scowl on his face.

"I don't know," he said after listening for a few moments. "Just a second. Let me check with the war department." He held his hand over the speaking end of the receiver and gave Gina an unsure smile. "It's the dispatcher," he began. "They want me to make a special run. What do you think?" Before she could answer, he went on, "it's a six-day run up to Maine. Do you mind? There's a couple of thousand bucks in it."

If he had asked before, Gina would have objected. This time she merely shrugged her shoulders and smiled. Six days without him might give her time to work this thing out with Mike.

"OK," Ron said into the phone, then hung up. "I have to leave in about an hour," he added, again giving her an unsure smile. "You sure it's OK?" he asked quietly.

"It's fine," she said. "And we do have an hour, don't we?" She snuggled close to him and kissed his cheek. "We can do a lot in an hour, can't we?" she added, licking to his mouth.

"What do you have in mind?" Ron asked playfully, relieved that she wasn't angry. He had been working an awful lot lately. "Anything special?"

Gina knew exactly what he meant. He'd said those same words on other occasions.

"You mean you want to screw this big thing in my little butt?" she giggled. "Sure," she added, squirming to her stomach at the foot of the bed. She got to her knees and winked at him over her right shoulder.