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 Friday afternoon, after a good day at work, I rolled into the RV park
expecting to find Cindy at the front office with Helen and Charley.  The
scene was pretty much what I expected.  Cindy was leaning over the counter
chatting.  Charlie was in his favorite chair and Helen was at her desk.

   "I'm bein' recruited, baby," Cindy said.

   "I know," I answered.  "Any news?"

   "I'll say," she smiled.  "Mister Jim got a call from Auburn today. 
Somebody's coming down to visit my school."

   "Sounds like they want another look at our Miss Cindy," Charley laughed.

   "And I wasn't impressed with our first visit to Auburn," I said.  "I
didn't think they were that interested."

   "Maybe they are," Cindy said.  "Comin' to visit my SCHOOL!"

   "During the day, I assume..."

   Mister Jim was laughing in the office," she said.  "Says it's the first
time that a college recruiter has EVER visited that school."

   "It's a MIDDLE school, kiddo.  They're usually interested in high
schools." I smiled.  It was extremely pleasing to me to see my special
little Cindy's effect on the lives around her.  She was like a pebble
tossed into a calm pond.  The ripples went on and on.

   The sideways glance she tossed me had its usual effect, too.  My head
was reeling.  She was packing away her bookbag.  "I guess we're gonna go
home, Mizz Helen.  Mister Charley."

   I grabbed her bookbag.  "Can I carry your books, sweetie?"

   She tossed her head, knowing how that affected me, and flashed that
smile.  I thought about that smile.  It was far different than the shy
smile of the Cindy I'd met in August.  This one was self-assured,
confident, optimistic.  My Cindy had indeed grown much in our few months
together.

   I tossed her bag in the back of the truck and she slid into the cab from
my open door on the driver's side.  No sooner than I closed the door, I
felt a hand on the crotch of my pants.  I turned to look at her.  She KNEW
what she was doing to me.  To ME!

   "Is it okay if I just WANT you, Dan?  I dunno why.  I just WANT you."

   "Before dinner?" I said, mostly teasing.

   "Right NOW." Magical, she was.  I was hard.  And I still had to get out
of the truck and bring her bag in.  She giggled at my maneuvers to hide my
obvious erection from the views of the winter denizens of the park.  She
unlocked the door for me and we went inside.  By the time I sat her bookbag
down, she was peeling her sweatshirt off over her head.

   "You're serious!" I said.

   "Sometimes I just NEED you," she smiled.  "I dunno why.  I really want
YOU.  US!"

   She was backing toward the bed.  I knew this drill, too.  Minimal
foreplay.  Cute little redhead laying back on the bed, legs spread, a pink
rose of a pussy open, wet, waiting for me.  I kicked off my workboots and
unbuckled my belt, feverishly working to match her rapid stripping.  I
finally got naked.  She was kneeling on the end of the bed waiting on me. I
stood at the foot of the bed and she wrapped her arms around my chest.  Her
mouth was ravenous when we kissed.

   I said nothing.  She wasn't in this for conversation.  She pulled me
into the bed, rolling on her side and twisting around, taking my dick into
her mouth.  The proximity of her pinkening pussy to my own mouth was
instruction as to what she wanted.  My own lips and tongue stirred the
juices up for a few moments, then she turned again, ending up on her back,
legs spread, knees in the air.

   I practically leapt between her legs, my shaft guiding itself to her
waiting opening and I plunged in.

   "Ahhhhhhhh, Dannnnnnn!" she hauled me down atop her.  Her face was
reddened.  "Sometimes I NEED you.  THIS!  I been thinkin' about it half the
day." She pushed her hips up, encouraging me to pump her.  "I think my
period starts tomorrow.  Maybe Sunday."

   That was a finding I'd cataloged as a possibility in previous months.  I
thought I noticed that the two days prior to her starting her period, she
was extremely horny.  And it wasn't a bad thing.  "Okay," I said. 
"Soooo..."

   "Hard!  I'm not gonna break."

   I noted the twinkling, happy eyes and started to comply with her
request. She latched her mouth onto mine, and in a few minutes of almost
frantic bucking and humping, we kissed, breathing through our noses because
she wouldn't break our lips apart.  It was like she wanted us as coupled as
we could get.  There was only one thing that would override the kiss, and
her mouth pulled away from mine.

   "Oh, nnnghhhh, Dannnnn!  Hard!"

   And I knew she was there.  I stopped running calculations in my head.  I
could let myself go, because my Cindy, my little mate, was THERE.  She
pushed her pussy up to get me as deep as she could, her little clitty
pressing against the base of my dick as she came.  And I came.  Hard.  Like
I was squirting fire.  One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Then a continuous burning
release...

   Before I became completely immobilized I rolled to my left, carrying her
on top of me.  Her face was flushed, her eyes closed.  I couldn't move.

   Finally her eyelids fluttered and her green eyes opened, her mouth
forming into a smile.  "What did you DO to me, Dan?!?"

   "I dunno, angel, I was in another universe at the time." She WAS an
angel, pink from the post-orgasmic flush, smiling, her red hair swinging
down on the sides to frame her face.  Her light summer tan was gone in
mid-February, leaving her skin almost alabaster, except for the spatter of
freckles across her nose and cheeks.

   "It's s'posed to be like this, ain't it, baby?" she said, letting her
attention to grammar lapse.

   "Most people only DREAM it's like this," I answered truthfully.  "I know
I did..."

   "I kinda felt like I was takin' advantage of you," she giggled.  "But if
I can't take advantage of my HUSBAND..." She looked thoughtful for a
second, then said, "Towel?  Or..." and wiggled her butt.  With a twinkle in
her eye, looking directly at me, I felt a plop as she gave her pussy a
squeeze, ejecting my semi-soft dick.

   "I'd hate to waste that," I said.

   Squeal!  "That's what I was thinking," she said, turning to present me
with her oozing pussy to 'clean'.  I got an extraordinarily good
'cleaning'. So did she.  With a second orgasm.

   This time we lay together for a few minutes, both our faces glistening
with our collective juices.  Finally Little Miss Practical rolled onto an
elbow.  "What about dinner?"

   "I just had strawberry pie," I said.

   She giggled.  "And I had a weenie, but I'm still hungry..."

   "Let's wash up a little before we go.  I imagine we smell like a recent
orgy." I twisted to sit up.  Got a giggly Cindy on my lap, facing me, her
legs wrapped around my waist, and I immediately hardened.  She impaled
herself.

   I stroked her soft, natural hair, relishing the texture, the way it
moved so freely and enticingly and with a sassy headshake, it fell back
into place.  It was part of the wonderously neat package that is Cindy, and
I knew that it was the most striking feature when she was entering a room.
She didn't have the classic 'killer bod, ' and if her mom was an indication
of a genetic pattern, Cindy would never be tall or big-breasted, and at
fourteen, she still had growing to do, but to me, she was perfection.

   Giggle.  "Or we got TV dinners ...  Looks good for the evening's
entertainment, too..."

   And Cindy's cell phone rang.  She looked at me, slightly, no, make that
pretty much annoyed until she slid out of my grasp, picked it up and saw
the display.  The cute little frown morphed into a grin.

   "Hi, Sis," she said.

   That explained a lot.  I just laid back against the pillows, watching
her animated conversation.

   "Uh-huh!  Yeah, were just hangin' out.  You know..." Giggle.  "No, it's
OKAY!  You didn't know ...  That happens." Pause.  "I'm sure I'll catch you
an' Alan one of these days." Giggle.  "Yeah, he's doin' that 'sad puppy'
look again." Giggle.  "No!  Stop that!  I gotta tell ya somethin'." Pause.
"Uh-huh!  A guy from Auburn's comin' to my school Monday.  Mister Jim, he's
our guidance counselor, you know, he said I was being recruited." Pause. 
"Yeah!  You oughtta talk to your guidance counselor too, an' get applied to
Auburn an' University of Alabama.  And see what they say.  We HAVE to go to
the same one!" She looked at me and made a kissy with her lips, then her
free hand gave my semi-soft dick a squeeze.

   Squeal!  "That's a GREAT idea!  Easter weekend?  Lemme talk to Dan.  I
LIKE it!" Pause.  "Okay, Sis!  I love you!  Bye!"

   She turned back to me, smiling.

   "What is it that's a great idea and that you like and we're getting
ready to do on Easter weekend?" I asked.

   "Fly home an' all meet up an' stay at one of our houses an' meet each
other's families.  I said something to her about it.  And she says Easter
weekend."

   She was stark, incredibly cutely naked.  Do you think I was crazy enough
to argue?

   She continued smiling.  "Easter's, what, five weeks away?  How's that
gonna impact your job?"

   "Impact"!  Fourteen years old and she knew jobs were 'impacted'.  "I
might be finished, cutie.  OR if I'm not, I'll be doing the end of project
work, writing documentation for the client.  That weekend shouldn't be a
problem."

   She lay down beside me, propped up on an elbow.  "Really ...  good
idea?"

   I thought about it.  "I don't see any problem with OUR family with Alan
'n' Tina, but what about Alan's bunch?"

   "Too late, guy.  They already KNOW about Alan's friend and the sweet
innocent girl he carried off and had 'is way with..."

   I laughed.  "Yeah, if you put it like THAT..."

   "D'ya know how much I appreciate havin' family like OURS?  That are not
in an' outta jail an' no drugs an' stuff.  I mean, here, I have Mizz Helen
an' Mister Charley, and the guys at work, an' the Hardesty's, but down
there I feel like I have real family."

   "That's what Tootie says, baby.  You're like her sister-in-law an' a
daughter, all in one..."

   "Well, we need to start plannin', huh?" she said.  Her eyes got playful.
"Now, where were we when the phone rang." She looked at me with pixyish
smirk.  "Oh, yeah, THIS thing was hard.  "I can fix THAT!"

   I never tired of the sight of that red head bobbing in my lap.  And
Cindy was delightful.  She had fun.  She giggled.  She smiled.  She'd do
something, a bite, a suck in a special way, and she'd turn those green eyes
to me, grinning, for approval.  The fact that her lithe, youthful body was
completely nude and within reach of my exploring hands only heightened the
experience.  I was hard in no time.

   "Now, sit back up," she said, and she returned to my arms, wrapping me
in those sweet legs, impaling herself again on my hard dick.

   It was eight before we showered and had our TV dinners.

   Saturday we visited the Hardesty house.  Mid-February still had plenty
of cold and nasty weather left in it, and that meant Cindy was a cute
bundle.  I brought with me the fixings for a gumbo, because Ann swore she
was going to learn to cook one and the explanations in her library of
recipe books were not up to the task.

   A good gumbo is at least a half a day in preparation, including the
simmering time, so after sandwiches for lunch, we retired to the kitchen
and Cindy and Jim sat at the bar between their kitchen and dining room and
watched as I showed Ann, a good Alabama girl, the lessons I'd learned at
the stoves of my Cajun grandmothers and mom.  It wasn't an uncommon scene
in kitchens across the South as the meal was prepared amid conversation. 
Life and love revolved around the kitchen stove in the homes where I was
raised.

   After I showed her the Big Trick to authentic gumbo prep, the
conversation quickly got around to the scheduled visit.

   "Real, live Auburn recruiter," Jim said.  "I've seen athletic recruiters
come to high schools, but this guy's with the Engineering Department, and
he's coming to a middle school.  Tickles me just to think about it."

   Ann smiled.  "I had a recruiter come see me when I was in high school,"
she said.  "Makes me all the more proud of Cindy." She gave the gumbo a
stir, then looked at me.  "Now what?"

   "Just let it simmer," I said.  "That's the way most Cajun cooking is. 
Do a little bit of work, put it on the stove, then go off and do something
else."

   Jim laughed.  "Got a bass in there with your name on it," he said. 
"Baby, get your fiddle!"

   "Philistine!  I, sir, am a violinist." She stuck her tongue out at him.

   He laughed.  "You might've started out as a violinist," he chortled,
"but when you married me, you became a fiddle player." He caught her as she
passed by grabbing her around the waist with his arm and pulling her into
him and getting a kiss for his efforts.

   "Mommmmm!" Teresa said.

   Cindy grinned.  "Teresa, you don't know how lucky you are to have
parents that love each other like that."

   Teresa sidled up to Cindy, bent over and whispered loud enough so that I
could hear, "I know, but I can't let them think that." She smiled, giving
Cindy a little hug.

   We went into the living room and dragged out the instruments.  It felt
good to get the bass in my hands.  It felt even better when Jim started
laying down a familiar melody with his banjo and Ann picked it up with her
violin.  Bass players have it easy.  I joined in, smiling at Cindy, and she
picked up the words to the simple tune.  Teresa stood beside her, they sang
a few bars in unison, then looked at each other and split up into an
improvised harmony.  Jim looked at me, smiling, nodding his head.

   We finished that song.  He said, "We need to set up for another weekend
at the park."

   "We sure do," Cindy chirped.  "It's always so much fun!" I noted that
Teresa smiled in agreement.  Billy just looked up at us and shook his head.

   "Billy," Jim said, "you know, Son, you're really good enough to join us.
You don't have to be a virtuoso." Jim looked at Ann and then smiled.  "It's
about playing the best you can and having fun doing it.  People will see
that, and they'll have fun listening.  Why don't you get your guitar and
join us?"

   "Oh, alright, Dad," he said.  He left for his bedroom and returned with
an acoustic guitar.

   "Okay," Jim said, "let's crank out another one." And we did.

   About every third song, Ann would leave to go check on the gumbo.

   "Ann," I said, "You don't have to check it that often.  Stuff was
invented so that people could cook a meal and do things that they needed to
do at the same time."

   "I understand that," she said.  "I'm nervous, though.  You got two
centuries of history behind you.  This is my first pot." She smiled,
picking up her violin.  "This is for you and Cindy." She played a little
solo piece from one of Bach's Brandenburg Concertos.

   Cindy grinned.  "Yes!  That's the one we heard!  We got the CD from
'em."

   Ann sighed.  "I would've loved to've heard that one," she said.

   We went back to bluegrass.  We played until almost ten o'clock before
putting the instruments up.  We bid our friends good night, and left.  Took
a break for Ann's first gumbo, pronounced a success by all.

   "I never can get over it," Cindy said.  "How much fun we have.  How good
it feels to be with people like the Hardesty's." She snuggled up against me
in the cold cab of the pickup truck.  We were a few miles down the road
before the heater caught up, but that didn't stop Cindy from staying tight
against me.  And I certainly wasn't complaining.  We got home, did a quick
run through of our shower routine, and went to bed.  I turned the light
out.

   Cindy was in her panties and nightshirt, concession to the period thing.
Her hand predictably slid down my belly to grasp my flaccid dick.  "Turn
the light on," she said, smiling.  "I STILL wanna play!"

   I laughed.  "Little girl, d'ya think I'm gonna just let you dive down
there and have your way with me?  Just like that?  Where's the romance?"

   She giggled at my feigned outrage.  "I got a hunnert pounds of romance
right here, guy!" she said, crawling on top of me.  We smothered each other
with kisses.  She pulled back, a smirk on her lips.  "Enough romance?"

   "Maybe just a little more," I said.

   She purred, fitting so easily in my arms, like I was holding some
delicate, beautiful, and oh, so erotic, feather.  A few more luxuriously
long kisses and her bright eyes met mine.  Her smile morphed into a grin.
"Romantic enough for ya?"

   "I have been properly romanced, young lady.  You may proceed with your
designs."

   That got me a giggle.  It also got me a young red head in my lap,
noisily sucking and lapping.  The nips were silent from HER end, but
produced moans and groans of pleasure from mine.  That encouraged her even
more.  The turned her face to me.  "Dan, you KNOW I love this ...  I'm so
glad I got YOU so I can do it!" Her head bobbed down a little so she could
suck the purple plum of my dick'shead into her mouth.  She kept smiling,
looking at me with those green eyes atwinkle.  She KNEW what she was doing
to me.

   She went back to serious sucking and I was well on the way, something
she gauged by her fingers tugging my ballsack and, from the 'mmmmmm'
escaping from her lips, the taste of my pre-orgasmic juices.

   When I could no longer control my hips, her right hand was clasping the
shaft of my dick so I wouldn't thrust uncomfortably deep into her mouth. 
The uncontrolled and erratic nature of my quivering hips changed her
'mmmmmm' to happy giggles because she KNEW I was close, and SHE had done it
to me.  She went back to noisy slurping sucks, punctuated with her teeth at
a level of biting that rode the ragged edge between pleasure and pain, and
I came.

   FOREVER I came.  If I were to have, at that moment, flashed into the
Great Void, I would've gone with a silly grin on my face, because I
CAME!!!!

   Between her sucking and her hand milking me, she emptied me, then she
kept me warm and happy in her mouth, gently kneading the head of my dick as
it finally started to soften.  When she released me to move up beside me,
she wiped a stray droplet of semen off the corner of her mouth, sucking her
finger clean, then grinning.

   "What did I do to you, baby?" she asked.  "That one was EPIC!"

   As she slid back into my arms, I said, "What did you do?  You're my
Cindy.  That's what you DID.  You were Cindy."

   "I am perfectly happy you feel that way," she cooed.  "Put us something
soothing on.  And you can turn the light out now."

   We had a bedtime playlist set up.  I started it up and thanked god for
winter and a sweet little redhead who liked to snuggle, and we went to
sleep.

   Sunday dawned as yet another miserable, drizzly, drippy day.  We drove
out for breakfast, got depressed by the leaden skies and constant beat of
the windshield wipers on the drive, and started back to the trailer.

   "What do you want to do today, cutie?" I asked.

   "Stupid period!" she said.  "I KNOW what we could've done..." she looked
thoughtful.  Cindy ...  even when she WASN'T 'looking thoughtful', I knew
she was thinking.

   "Go by the grocery store.  Tootie says this is a 'soup day'.

   "Absolutely is," I answered.

   An hour later, a vegetable soup was simmering on the stove and Cindy and
I were playing cards, cross-legged on the bed.  One of us or the other
would get up between hands and go stir the pot, and then it was back to her
embarrassing me at simple games.

   Tiring of that, we did a little recreational snuggling.  Well, it wasn't
completely recreational.  The wind whipped cold rain against the outer
walls of the trailer and just the sound of that, alternating between rain
and sleet, that was chilling.  Cindy had the completely opposite effect.

   We curled up on the sofa, reading, our legs mingled under a blanket.  A
bit after noon, we dove into bowls of soup.  "We can have this for dinner,
too.  One pot.  Two meals." She smiled at me.

   I smiled back.  Cindy.  Sure didn't look like the textbook 'June
Cleaver' domestic goddess, but she was wearing THAT hat, too.  Partner in
housekeeping.  Did the laundry.  Shared the kitchen.  Asked questions about
cooking on the occasions that we cooked.  Even called Tootie to ask
questions.

   Monday.  I was at work.  Cindy was at school.  Mid-afternoon my cell
phone rang.  I looked.  School.  I answered, "This is Dan."

   Jim's voice: "Dan, any chance you can get up here and talk to this
Auburn guy?  I know you're at work, but you really ought to, if you can..."

   "Lemme check out with Bill," I said.

   Sara overheard the call.  "He's in 'is office." She nodded in the
direction of Bill's door.

   I stuck my head in.  "Bill, I need to cut loose to go to Cindy's school.
Auburn recruiter's there."

   Bill smiled broadly.  "I figured they'd be back.  You didn't sound too
excited about your visit, and I just can't see how they weren't impressed
with Cindy.  Take off."

   "Thanks, buddy," I said.  Twenty minutes later I was walking down
familiar halls in Cindy's middle school.

   I knocked on Jim's door.  He called me in.  "Dan Richards, this is
Aneeta Patel, with the Engineering Department at Auburn.  Mizz Patel, this
is Dan Richards, Cindy's husband."

   Mizz Patel was fiftyish, ebony hair streaked with wisps of grey, dark
skin indicating her ancestry from the south of the Indian sub-continent.

   "I'm pleased to meet you, Mizz Patel," I said, shaking her delicate
hand.

   Her voice had the lilting accent that was so common among Hindis who
spoke English.  "I am happy to meet you too, sir.  We at Auburn are very
interested in Cindy."

   I looked.  No Cindy.  Jim caught my quick glance.  "She's in class,
Dan." He glanced at his wrist.  "Actually she's got six kids in the library
doin' remedial math work."

   Mizz Patel smiled.  "That is what I came to view, Mr.  Richards.  It is
not unusual for students to be portrayed as having somewhat more ability
than the reality suggests.  I have talked with your Cindy.  I do not see
that in her case."

   "Jim," I said, "Should you show Mizz Patel Cindy's library class?"

   Jim smiled.  After all, a lot of what Cindy was experiencing today was a
result of HIM caring enough to do his job.  "Yes.  Mizz Patel, if you'll
come with me?  Dan, we'll be back in a few minutes.  Why don't you go to
the office and talk with the principal?"

   "Not the first time I've been told that," I laughed.

   We headed in two different directions.  The ladies at the school office
were all smiles about Cindy and the Auburn recruiter.  The principal came
out and we chatted a bit.

   "First time a college recruiter came to look at one of my students for
academics," he said.

   "That's what Jim said," I countered.

   "Kinda nice," he said.  I noted from his hulking shape that he was
likely...

   "I got recruited, too, but it was in high school and my skill was
bouncing off the offensive line, goin' after quarterbacks ...  Now I'm a
'professional educator' and I am ...  WE are sure proud to have Cindy." He
smiled.

   We continued pleasant small talk until Jim and Mizz Patel walked by.  I
followed them back into Jim's office.

   "She is more impressive each time I turn the page," Mizz Patel said.

   "She's coming here in a few minutes, Jim.  She was explaining some
problems." He grinned.  "Says she needs to take care of her friends first.

   "Doctor Stebbins regrets that he did not have the ability to spend more
time preparing for Cindy's visit.  He asked me to assure you that next time
she visits, he will see that she is given a better representation of our
institution."

   "I understand that Doctor Stebbins is a busy man," I said.  "I have ...
Cindy has a lot of people who are hoping she goes to Auburn."

   There was a soft knock at the door.  We all turned to look and saw a
smiling redhead peeking around the corner.

   "Come in, Cindy.  We're talking about you again," Jim said.

   Cindy walked in.  Jeans.  ( Oh, the symphony those jeans played on that
youthful ass when she walked away from me...  ) Long-sleeved rugby shirt,
dark green and white stripes.  Athletic shoes.  And a smile.

   "Hi, Mizz Patel," she said.  "Hi, Mister Jim." She looked at me, her
eyes loving.  She sat in the chair next to me.

   Mizz Patel looked at the two of us.  "I was married at fourteen.  It is
not uncommon among us.  Was not." She smiled at Cindy.  "Miss Cindy," she
continued, "We would like you to join us at Auburn.  I understand that you
would not be available until July.  I envy you your plans to fly the
mountains.  My husband and I have toured there by car.  He is a geologist."
She smiled.  "In July, we would like to have you registered.  From
interviews with your teachers here, and from reviewing your test scores, it
is our opinion that you might successfully test out of many first year
classes.  We think you should do this."

   Cindy's smile was sublime.  "Dan, what do you think?"

   "I certainly want to give this some thought," I said.  I looked at
Aneeta.  "Mizz Patel, do you think that maybe her attendance at those
entry-level classes might help her socialize and get used to college?"

   "Mister Richards," she answered, "Do you not see how she works here
among her peers in this middle school?  She's created her OWN socialization
commensurate (don't you LOVE college folk?) with her intelligence.  She
does it well.  I could tell you horrible stories about children with her
intelligence who do NOT have her ability to socialize." She paused. 
"Cindy, I watched you in the library.  Do you get a lot of 'nerd' and
'geek' names put upon you?"

   "Only a few.  But I have a lot of friends who see that I don't get
picked on."

   "That is what I am suggesting, Mister Richards.  She would benefit from
being encouraged to accelerate her learning."

   Jim was sitting back, enjoying the show.

   "As you might imagine, Mizz Patel," I said, "Cindy and I wish to take
some time to think about your information.  I'm..." I glanced at Cindy. 
That was an epic 'Cindy' grin there.  "We are very pleased that you came
down to talk with us about it."

   She opened her purse and pulled out an iPhone.  "A question, also." She
looked us.  "Who is William Carmody?  And Judge Charles Peebles?"

   Cindy grinned.  "Judge Peebles is my foster mom's husband.  Mister Bill
Carmody is Dan's boss.  He's like my godfather.  They're both very
important people in my life.  An' Auburn alumni."

   "Miss Cindy," she said, "I will not detain you and your husband any
longer.  I am very impressed with you and the impact that you have on those
around you." Mister Hardesty.  Mister Richards.  I thank you for your time.
Cindy, you should talk with your husband and your Judge Peebles and Mister
Carmody.  I think you should be with us at Auburn." She stood up.

   "Can we walk you to your car?" Cindy said.

   Aneeta smiled.  Why, yes!  Thank you!"

   We signed out at the office and walked Aneeta to the parking lot.  After
she got into her car, Cindy and I got into my truck.

   She finally released a squeal that must've been building up for hours.
"BABY!  I think I'm goin' to Auburn!"