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A Piece of the Earth
by Aquarius (no address provided)

***

What a way to meet a girl and fall in love. Thanks to 
the paparazzi Jeff Wilson an OFI agent meets Amanda 
Krauss a singer and actress. To get her away from the 
maddening crowd of LA, California they go to his home 
town in northern Montana. And stay. (MF, 1st, rom)

***

I

The music was deafening enough a deaf man would could 
have heard the noise. The club was crowded almost to 
capacity. Jeff Wilson and the man beside him at the 
bar kept bumping into each other. Jeff decided to get 
out of there and go somewhere else that was a bit 
saner.

As he finished his drink he noticed a crowd on the 
other side of the floor hemming in a girl. He thought 
he recognized her, an actress. People shoved paper and 
little books at her they wanted her autograph. 
Suddenly the paparazzi showed up. Somehow they got 
wind of her and wanted expose' pictures of her.

Jeff took all this in in a few seconds as the 
paparazzi pushed through the crowd; a couple men took 
swings at phototogs barging through the crowd nearly 
starting a riot. Jeff wanted no part of this scene, 
took the last gulp of his drink and decided the place 
down the highway a country western bar was better 
suited to his tastes.

He pushed his way through the crowd toward the front 
door where two bouncers were having an argument with a 
paparazzi over his lack of an ID. Seems he thought 
because they were "paparazzi" they didn't have to show 
ID with birth date and a driver's license. Wrong.

Jeff got outside, took a breath of fresh air, he 
thought: "I don't think I'll be coming back here 
anymore. I'm sticking with the country western set. 
The only time they go nuts is when Allen Jackson or 
Faith Hill shows up." The place was stifling. The 
sudden change from the ear shattering noise to just 
the sound of the traffic was a jarring experience.

Crossing the parking lot to his black 4x4 Suburban 
opening the door he noticed the young girl, what he 
could see of her trying to get out to her car, the 
paparazzi hounding her with flashing cameras and 
others with microphones demanding some quote they 
could misuse.

The girl was screaming for them to leave her alone. 
She stopped long enough to scream at one to get away 
from her. The one phototog looked at her like she was 
crazy.

Jeff watched for a few more seconds and decided this 
had gone far enough. The girl could not even get to 
her car, the paparazzi had her blocked in.

"Nah, this ain't right."

Getting in his truck, Jeff started it, pulled out of 
the parking space to circle the parking lot then 
flipped all his lights on for effect, and drove into 
the crowd of paparazzi. He stopped amid the crowd.

Holding her hands to her face, the girl screamed. She 
looked through her fingers and the tears when a black 
Suburban pushed through the crowd stopping beside her. 

Leaning over the seat her rescuer thrust the other 
door open. "Get in! Hurry up, get in!"

The girl looked at the large truck then on impulse 
pushed past the phototogs she yelled: "Get outta my 
way asshole!" despite the tight fitting skirt and 
heels she nearly jumped into the big truck slamming 
the door shut on the group. "God I am glad to see 
you!"

The girl pulled the door shut just as Jeff let out the 
clutch. "Save the compliments for later sweetheart, 
let's make tracks."

The girl wiped at the tears and stained mascara with a 
hand.

Jeff rolled his window down long enough to grab one 
guy's camera, pulled it in with him still attached 
with the lanyard. Jeff rolled the window back up; the 
guy was screaming and banging on the window. Jeff took 
out his Buck knife cut the camera loose, rolled the 
window back down, punched the other in the face and 
threw the camera back out.

"Go get yer camera, Junior."

The camera hit the ground and bounced twice. The other 
stared at it with his mouth open. "My camera!"
		
"Now let's get the hell outta here," Jeff said leaning 
on the horn, he took off pulling out into the late 
night traffic on the highway not looking either way. 

The girl found the seat belt and buckled herself in. 
"I hate to say this, but I don't even know who you 
are."

"Jeff Wilson." Jeff stopped at a traffic light 
producing his badge. "OFI."

"Amanda Krauss – um, actress, sometimes singer, mostly 
actress."

"Hi."

The girl glanced at him thoughtful. He didn't seem 
overly impressed with her. However, Amanda leaned over 
to look at the ID and badge pushing her dark hair back 
from her eyes.

Jeff took the moment to look the girl over. He liked 
what he saw; The girl was obviously young, maybe in 
her mid-twenties. He liked the black mini-skirt half 
way up her thighs with black stockings and black satin 
blouse. Topping the ensemble off were a black faux 
pearl necklace and black strappy heels. Although 
disheveled from her experience he liked what he saw of 
her.

"What's OFI? Never heard of it."

"We're one step below the FBI in the Justice 
Department but just as important." He snapped the case 
closed to put it back in the jacket pocket.

"You're a cop."

"Um, not really. Was in the MP's and CID in the Army. 
OFI or Office of Federal Investigation sounded 
harmless enough so I applied and got accepted." The 
light changed, the paparazzi were suddenly chasing 
after them. "Oh, great here comes trouble. Hang onto 
your boot straps, sweet heart we're goina' for a 
ride."

"Where we going?" She suddenly had her doubts, she was 
scared by this high speed chase.

"I'll show you. Don't be scared when I make a right 
hand turn up a dead end street and head cross 
country."

"Cross country?"

"Yup. Ya want to lose this bunch of idiots, right?"

"Well yeah." She looked back to see a couple of the 
paparazzi pass slower cars.

"Watch."

Amanda watched as Jeff accelerated down the highway 
passing other cars and trucks. He checked the rear 
view mirror noticing they weren't losing the paparazzi 
any time soon. Amanda turned around again to watch the 
paparazzi, it was like something out of a movie rather 
than real life. 

"I hope you know where you're going?"

"Do this all the time. It's my short cut home."

"No kidding."

She knew Wilson had her life in his hands as he slowed 
long enough to make the sudden right hand turn up a 
side street. Now the only thing that scared her was 
Wilson's driving.

Jeff turned the lights off, power shifted to low gear 
made the right turn and drove to the end of the street 
which ended but became a dirt trail. He slowed enough, 
power shifted again without touching the brakes, 
jumped the curb and drove onto the trail a short 
distance – without the lights, crossed a ditch.

Amanda felt herself want to go airborne inside the 
truck as he crossed the ditch. She realized she was 
staring at an acre of hood in front of her the front 
end clear the ground, front wheels still spinning then 
it hit the ground with a thud. 

"My god my stomach!"

Continuing a short distance Jeff made a sudden left 
turn into a tree grove. Stopping he looked back, 
smiling with satisfaction. "Now watch."

Amanda looked back as the paparazzi stopped at the end 
the street. "They're going to see us."

"Nope. That's why I like black vehicles especially for 
night. The license plates are coated with a lacquer 
like paint to blank out any attempt at pictures, even 
in day light. The windows are Mylar and tinted so they 
don't reflect light. And best of all, the manual 
shifting. Oops, here they come. Now watch."

Amanda loosened her seat belt to lean across Jeff to 
watch the paparazzi pursuit. In the faint moon light 
Jeff glimpsed her skimpy black bra and small pear 
shaped breasts.

The first car jumped the curb the driver sped up along 
the trail then hit the ditch head on crashing into the 
ditch at full speed. The second car did the same 
crashing into the rear end of the first. The others 
turned left and right skidding to a halt, the drivers 
realizing there was a ditch in the way.

"Oh my god!" she breathed watching the scene.

"I can just see the news tomorrow morning. What a 
report this will make."

She sat back down. "Now what?"

"Well, let's get to the street then we'll decide."

He backed out of the tree grove, turned the lights on, 
beeped the horn twice: "So long suckers!" And drove 
across the field to the next street leaving the 
paparazzi to yell at them. 

Jeff drove on to the street took two more turns then 
pulled in to an all-night donut shop. "Couple of 
donuts and coffee to calm your nerves?"

She nodded her head. "Thank you."

Amanda pulled a comb from her purse to fix her hair 
and straightened herself first.

They walked in to the shop Jeff holding the door for 
her, he looked the place over with a practiced eye to 
detail: A couple cops, a couple other guys and the 
shop cashier nearly lost their mid-night donuts and 
coffee when they checked Amanda out. That black mini-
leather skirt gave everybody an instant hardon. 
Getting a look at her in the light now he had a nice 
hardon. They crossed the shop to an empty table. 

They ate the donuts and drank the coffee mostly in 
silence. They glanced at each other every few seconds 
like two love sick teen agers.

"Thinking," he said softly.

She nodded her head. "What do you want to do?"

Jeff thought she suspected what his ulterior motive 
was. However, he was thinking along another track.

"Mind if I make a serious suggestion here?"

Amanda glanced up at him again. "Okay."

"Just don't be offended by my suggestion. If you don't 
like it, say so." She stopped finishing her donut to 
look at Jeff. "Guaranteed the paparazzi know where you 
live and will be hanging around the place waiting for 
you to return. They're good for that stuff."

"I live in a gated community. And besides I need some 
sleep – and quiet."

"My place."

Amanda flicked a glance to the counter. She was out 
numbered six men to her. She looked back at Jeff. 
"Mind if I ask, is this for protection?"

"Very. Now the idiots won't stop until they think they 
can get the goods..." Jeff wagged his fingers in the 
air. "Understand?"

"Like a book." She finished the donut, wiped her hands 
off. "I don't suppose I have any choice now. But my 
car."

"A guy I know who does work on the truck has a 
recovery service. If you want, I'll have him pick the 
car up in the morning."


II

Jeff and the girl arrived at his town house which was 
in a good section of the town. Jeff pulled the truck 
into a garage parking so Amanda could get out and into 
the house.

"Hold it. I'll have to help you."

Jeff got out, quickly circled the truck, Amanda all 
but fell in to his arms. He was mildly surprised at 
how light she was as he momentarily held her in his 
arms. As Jeff lowered her slight form to the floor 
their lips were but a few inches apart. She looked up 
at him, suddenly she realized she owed him not her 
life but her reputation. 

The girl shyly turned away as she started toward the 
house door. Jeff looked after her. She looked better 
and better each time he was able to look her over. She 
seemed to have been poured into the skirt. He started 
to wonder how she got into the truck so fast with that 
tight fitting leather skirt and heels on.
	
Jeff led her into the town house and to the kitchen 
area. "Drink?"

Amanda looked at him with a grin as she settled on a 
stool at the breakfast counter. "Beer?"

"Gotcha."

Jeff produced two pilsner glasses and two bottles of 
beer. "Sorry, I don't believe in that so-called light 
stuff. Little better than carbonated dish water."

Amanda shrugged. 

He put the glass in front of her and they drank. He 
finally said, "Okay, Amanda, sleeping arrangements... 
You bed room. It has a separate door to the bathroom. 
Me, I'll take the sofa."

"Oh I can't take the bed room."

"I insist."

Amanda knew better than to argue at this point. After 
all she reasoned, he saved her from the paparazzi. She 
smiled again at the man who saved her. She took her 
heels off to walk back to the bedroom. Jeff pulled out 
the extra pillow and a blanket then went back out to 
the living room. 

"Night."

Amanda closed the door and started to lock the door 
then decided not to. 

"See what happened."

She crossed the room to the bed taking the blouse off. 
She stopped thinking this was a strange circumstance 
and coincidence that Jeff happened to be at the Club 
and rescued her. Laying the blouse aside she took the 
little bra off laying that with the blouse.

Jeff undressed down to his briefs, fixed the covers 
and slipped under them. He was soon asleep and 
dreaming of Amanda in the big bed alone.

The girl undressed down to her panty. As she pulled 
the bra off she recalled feeling Jeff's eyes briefly 
staring at her and the blouse as it fell open as she 
watched the paparazzi crash. Amanda knew Jeff could 
plainly see the skimpy little bra and her nice young 
breasts. Just the thought of a man like Jeff checking 
her out sent a brief thrill though her.

Jeff looked at the clock on the entertainment center. 
He woke up from his brief heavy sleep. A whole hour 
passed and he was awake and he couldn't go back to 
sleep. The thought of the girl was still on his mind, 
his cock was ridged as an axe handle. He slipped his 
hand down to caress himself to sooth the aching. He 
wondered what she'd be like in bed – sofa, anywhere. 

"Nah, get real..."

Amanda wondered what he was like. She'd been tempted 
many times by boys and men to go to bed with them just 
for the satisfaction it'd give them to take her 
virginity and use her for their pleasure. Her hand 
slipped between her legs thinking about what it'd be 
like. She knew the first time she would be taken by a 
man it'd hurt. Then after that there would be pleasure 
and beauty in it, especially from the right man – but 
who and how would she know?

Frank tried to make himself comfortable on the sofa 
but to no avail. He stared at the ceiling for a while 
before turning over then he felt the hand and arm. 

Only one person.

"Amanda?"

"Jeff, I couldn't sleep."

Jeff sat up turning the table lamp on. His eyes 
adjusted to the light. Amanda sat beside him. All the 
girl had on was the blouse and skimpy sheer panty. His 
member gave a quick jerk as his eyes roved over the 
girl's nubile form. He slipped his arm around the girl 
drawing her closer to him. 	 

"Jeff, I still haven't properly thanked you for the 
way you rescued me."

"No need to, Amanda. The way those hound dogs, and 
I've called them worse, were after you, I'd have done 
the same for anybody that's hounded by them."

Amanda smiled and leaned over to kiss Jeff. Mildly 
surprised, Jeff met Amanda's lips for a passionate 
kiss, their lips and tongues met for the first time. 
He slid his hand down her side then slowly back to her 
breast feeling the soft stain tenderness of the flesh 
and the small hard perky nipple through the satin. He 
leaned her back to kiss and lightly suck on the base 
of her neck then down her chest. 

"Mmmmmmm," she purred. "No one has ever done that to 
me."

Jeff ventured, "Virgin?"

The girl was embarrassed. She nodded her head. "Yes."

"No boyfriend, partner or – otherwise?"

"None. I've known boys in high school, I've known men, 
but I've never let any touch me the way you just did. 

"Let's take this to the bed room, more comfortable 
there."

He scooped her off her off the sofa into his arms 
carrying her to the bedroom. Jeff carried her slight 
form into the bed room laying her on the bed then 
slipped in beside her.

Their lips met again then he kissed and lightly kissed 
her neck.

Amanda folded herself in to Jeff's arms as he casually 
caressed her long dark silken hair. The girl put her 
arms around him to kiss him. The girl moaned with the 
arousal and excitement as Jeff returned the kiss. He 
kissed her neck and face, after a moment he loosened 
the buttons of the blouse to kiss her breasts; 
slipping his hand inside the blouse Jeff saw in the 
dull glow of the lamp he saw her beautiful breasts, 
the nipples hard with her arousal tenting the 
material. 

Jeff relished the feel of his fingers on her silken 
smooth skin as he slipped them inside her thin satin 
blouse to feel and fondle the full firm swell of her 
little breasts, the little nubs of her nipples hard 
and erect and sensitive to his touch. The young girl 
whimpered softly with the sensuous feelings of his 
hands touching her body.

"Gentle, Jeff... please I – I'm still virgin..."

Amanda closed her eyes as Jeff moved his hands along 
her side feeling the satin smoothness of her young 
body. He continued to kiss her, gently fondling her 
breasts, fingering the tip of the nipple bringing soft 
moans of pleasure from the girl.

Jeff hesitated a moment finally realizing he was her 
first.

"Mmmmmmmm, Jeff that feels so good – I love you so 
much..."

The girl moaned with the sexual arousal and excitement 
as he kissed her, without realizing it Amanda let her 
legs spread slightly; she softly moaned as Jeff's 
fingers caressed the nipple sending waves of mild 
warmth through her. Her face was flushed with her 
fears of her first time. No boy or man that she had 
been alone with did she let do this to her before. 

Kissing the girl down her chest and breast caressing 
her neck and chest down to her waist, Jeff loved her 
with his fingers. Sliding a hand along her waist and 
hips then along her slender legs, Jeff slipped a hand 
under the open blouse. Amanda drew in a breath as she 
glanced down watching him casually slid his hand up 
her legs to her waist. She drew in a breath. Jeff knew 
this was the way she envisioned the love a man she 
chose to be her first would love her; this is what she 
wanted now.

Amanda softly moaned with the sexual pleasure she was 
feeling as Jeff casually caressed her thighs. She saw 
the large lump that had formed in his briefs, his 
breathing was more labored now as he kissed her 
breasts. His virile malehood ached for release as he 
touched the firm silken smooth form of her virgin 
womanhood; her little panty was moist with her 
womanhood juices; she didn't know it but she was ready 
for him. 

The young girl moaned with the feeling of Jeff's 
fingers fondling her throbbing woman hood, rubbing the 
silken smooth nylon against the rigid nub of her 
pulsing virgin clit. Amanda began moving her hips, her 
womanhood juices seeping wetting her pussy. The more 
Jessica moved her hips in response to what he was 
doing to her the more she enjoyed the strange feelings 
it was giving her. 

Amanda was close to her first male induced orgasm, she 
was ready to let Jeff have his way with her, let him 
do what he wanted, use her as he wanted. Her juices 
were on the verge of surging from her pussy in a 
stream of creamy liquid.

"Scott, make love to me now – I am ready for you to – 
take me." 

Then...

"Ooo yes!" she cried her juices wetting his fingers 
with the seeping of her womanhood juices as she was 
near a powerful orgasm. "Jeff ... be gentle, 
please..."

After a moment Amanda gasped: Ooooh, ahhhg! then 
moaned as her silky womanhood juices surged, wetting 
her panty. Jeff nearly lost his load of creamy male 
juices as the girl cam; the young girl's male induced 
virgin orgasm came in a sweet flow of her womanhood 
juices.

After a moment Jeff finally said softly in her ear: "I 
think you're ready honey."

Her long fine soft shoulder length brown hair spread 
out over the pillow in a fan about her angelic 
features. However, Jeff again kissed her face and neck 
and breasts slowly moving down to her waist and hips 
then her thighs, prolonging the pleasure of her first 
time. 

Jeff moved his hands up to the waistband of her nice 
pretty black string bikini panty, he slipped his 
fingers under the waist band pulling it down her legs 
tossing it aside, then making her spread her nice fine 
slender legs.

"Be –be gentle, Jeff ... don't hurt me now..." She was 
scared watching what Jeff was doing to her, albeit, 
gentle and soothing.

"I won't hurt you my sweet heart... No, baby... not 
for the world..." The look of mixed awe and fear on 
Amanda's young face as he moved down between her legs 
kissing her young body; first kissing her face then 
lingering at her nice full firm breasts, nibbling and 
sucking the hard little nipples then down to her 
waist, and hips teasing her pulsing young virgin 
pussy. 

He flicked his tongue over her swollen erect virgin 
clit: Amanda cried out: Ooooh, ahhhg! then moaned with 
the stream of her womanhood juices wetting her as I 
lapped up her tangy sweet juices. He pushed my tongue 
in to her virgin pussy, probing her womanhood Jeff 
brought her to a series of orgasms; he nearly lost his 
load of creamy male juices as the girl cam. The girl's 
second male induced virgin orgasm came in a sweet flow 
of her girlhood juices.

Jeff probed and penetrated her virgin love nest with 
his tongue savoring the taste of her womanhood 
bringing her to another soul wrenching orgasm, her 
fingers grasping at his head as he licked and sucked 
and kissed her cherry pussy. 

"Oh, Jeff – Jeff .... I'm yours ... please take me, 
use me as you want..."

She moved her body around pulling his head in to her 
pussy his tongue probing her virginity as far as it 
could penetrate her, sucking the juices of her 
womanhood with a thirst he hadn't experienced until 
that moment.

His mind kept going back and forth to those days of 
illicit love making, fucking his favorite girl cousin 
thinking about what it was like taking her virginity, 
what it could have been like to take Amanda at the 
tender young age of fourteen; now, here he was without 
inhabitation or remorse about to take Amanda's 
virginity; the pleasure and satisfaction was to be all 
his.

"Ssssss, Amanda, Ssssh, baby relax... yes, you're mine 
– and forever...relax and enjoy this..."

Jeff boosted himself up to take his briefs down 
freeing his hard thick virile malehood excited him 
even more. Then Amanda started to cry with the fear 
knowing that she was about to finally be taken by a 
man; it was her first time. Amanda stared at his hard 
thick malehood erection jutting out from between his 
legs as he moved it toward her throbbing virgin 
womanhood. 

He shifted his hips the thick knob of his cock head 
was pressed against the lips of girl's throbbing wet 
pussy; she gasped as he pressed himself against her. 
He shifted his hips again forcing his malehood in to 
her penetrating her nice small pussy: "God, she's so 
fine – geezuz she's so nice and tight...!"

He nearly came as Amanda cried out with the first 
penetration of her nice small tight virgin pussy as he 
forcibly took her. Time had no meaning as he 
penetrated her for the first time before he was able 
to force his throbbing male hood deeper in to her 
virgin womanhood. 

Amanda cried as Jeff's hard thick cock filled her. She 
thrust her hips at him as he drove his sudden lust for 
her virginity thrusting his hard thick virile cock in 
to her touching that sweet tender membrane that kept 
her virgin until now. She gasped as he knew she had to 
feel a man's cock against it for the first time. Jeff 
slowly pumped in and out of Amanda's nice tight pussy 
for a moment getting her use to a male's cock inside 
her. Then with a hard forceful thrust popped that 
sweet little virgin cherry: she cried with the searing 
loss of her virginity.

"Mmmmm, yesss, my little Miss Nice and Tight!" then 
the feel of taking Amanda's virgin maidenhood being 
torn, her cries of pain as she was taken followed by 
her moans of pleasure as the pain of her first time 
subsided as he slowly with easy strokes fucked her 
virgin pussy.

Amanda thrust her hips in rapid succession matching 
Jeff thrust for thrust until she came again in a rush 
of her girlhood juices. Jeff felt himself aching, his 
cock ached inside her, he felt the boiling sensation 
of his male juices, he was ready to cum, he needed to 
cum, he could not hold back another minute if he 
wanted to. He went stiff for the moment then with 
searing pain and relief he lost my load of thick male 
cream in to the young girl's pussy; Amanda cried out 
as Jeff's thick male cum filled her with rope after 
rope of cum. 

Amanda collapsed, Jeff lay a top her body his stiff 
cock still in her. For the short minute he lay on her 
they recovered from their exertions. Amanda looked up 
at him through her tears of pain and relief and the 
loss of her virginity. She finally smiled and drew 
Jeff back to her mouth; they kissed long and hard 
their tongues intertwined then caressing and dancing 
inside their mouths. 

"No regrets?"

"I'm yours Jeff," she said weakly as they broke the 
kiss. "No one else."

Jeff kissed again then looked down at her. "There's 
only one problem, babe."

Amanda gazed up at Jeff, a cold chill swept through 
her. "What's that?"

Jeff grinned then said: "Seems we have a mess here and 
need to clean up."

Amanda felt relief as she sat up looking down between 
her legs. "Oh."

They changed sheets tossing them in the washer in cold 
water and soap then showered together. Amanda 
discovered the sensuousness of the shower then Jeff 
laying her across the bed for the second time that 
night. 


III

Late the next morning Amanda awoke feeling the other 
side of the bed. She sat up with a start looking 
around in the grey half-light of early morning. Jeff 
was gone. Then an odor seemed to waif through the room 
reminding her of home – her father in the morning. 
Coffee.

She got up the T-shirt Jeff gave her just covered her. 
A size too big but she liked it.

She went out to the kitchen, Jeff sitting at the table 
reading the paper.

"Morning."

"Morning." Jeff reached up to take her in his arm to 
kiss her. "Want something to eat?"

"Yeah, I'm famished."

He showed her where the cereal was – the adult stuff 
and bowls were. 

Jeff spun the paper around to show her the article on 
the paparazzi. "And it was on the radio and television 
too. Boys made themselves look like real jackasses 
too."

Amanda read the piece over the bowl of cereal. She 
laughed at the report. "Serves them right after what 
they did to me last night."

"By the way, I took the liberty to call Lenny, my 
mechanic to have Troy, his recovery operator to pick 
up your car sometime this morning and take it to your 
apartment complex."

"Oh good. I won't have to go back to that place 
anymore."

"No. And neither will I."

She went to the section with the comics. Jeff watched 
her for a minute thinking debating with himself about 
the question he wanted to ask her as she ate the 
cereal.

"Amanda, mind if I ask you a question?"

The girl stopped to look up at Jeff. "Yeah?"

"Have you ever been on a real vacation to relax?"

"Sure. The Riviera, Malibu Beach, Hawaii... you know."

"I mean a real vacation, not one with the paparazzi 
hanging off balconies and flag poles photographing you 
in your latest bikini."

Amanda blushed. "I don't know. What do you have in 
mind?"

"Northern Montana just seventy miles south of the 
Canadian line."

The girl paused in her eating. She looked at Jeff 
puzzled. "What's up there?"

"Depending on how you look at it, either there's 
nothing, or go there for peace and quiet and the 
beauty – other than that cattle and wheat and oats."

Amanda shrugged. "Okay. I'm between movie contracts 
now anyway and nothing to do." She finished her 
cereal. "By the way, I need a change of clothes."

"No problem. We'll go over in my truck. I'll show you 
how to get in there without them seeing you when we 
get there."

"This ought to be enlightening."

An hour and a half or so later Jeff pulled up to the 
gate at Amanda's apartment complex. As Jeff knew, the 
paparazzi were sitting across the street with cameras. 
Just before Jeff got there Amanda slipped on the truck 
floor under a blanket concealing her from the 
paparazzi.

"Reminds me of that second movie I did."

Jeff hushed her as he approached the gate. Amanda gave 
him the magnetic card to slip in the card reader. 
Seconds later the gate rolled back and Jeff pulled 
ahead to the guard house.

The guard looked at the video monitor puzzled. Jeff 
tapped the blanket. "Hone, you want to talk to the 
guards?"

The guards took a chance to look in as the blanket 
stirred. Amanda pushed the blanket back holding her 
fingers to her lips. "Sssh, The paparazzi might hear 
us. He's bringing me home to get my stuff. We're 
leaving town for a while. My car will be brought back 
sometime today by a recovery service. They'll leave 
the keys with you guys."

"No problem, Miss Krauss. We'll take care of it." They 
waved Jeff through, the gate closed. 

Amanda waited until they were down the main street 
before she slipped back onto the seat. "Straight ahead 
then left, then right. Park in my place for now."

"Wow, you live back in here a ways."

"So do a couple other celebrities and people involved 
in the music and movie industry."

They arrived at her apartment. Jeff parked the truck 
they hurried up to her apartment. Amanda offered Jeff 
something to drink while she called her manager and 
publicist.

"Since I'm between movies and singing contracts, and 
road shows, I'm taking off for a couple months. No use 
of me hanging around here getting in more trouble." 

"Where are you going?" the manager asked concerned. "I 
heard about last night."

"Yeah, that's what I mean. I don't know. I'll tell you 
when I get there. Ta."

Jeff called his supervisor checking in with him. 
Amanda quickly changed and packed for the trip while 
Jeff waited in the living room reading a magazine.

She stepped out of the bedroom in a T-shirt and 
designer jeans and shoes.

"One of the unwritten bennies of the job. When there's 
nothing to do, take off for a couple days. In other 
words go fishing if I want."

"Must be nice. What's it like up there this time of 
year?" she asked holding her hands out and twirling 
for Jeff to check her out. 

Whistling, Jeff said: "That close to the Canadian 
border? Now it gets chilled in the evening, hot in the 
afternoon. Will get cooler toward the middle of 
August."

"Gotcha." She went back to finish packing.

By the time she finished Amanda had four suit cases 
and an overnight bag packed. Jeff didn't say anything 
as he carried three of the bags down to the truck. 
They put the suit cases in truck placing them with his 
duffle bag and suit case then drove over to the 
leasing office where Amanda paid ahead for two months 
while she was gone.

"Wish others thought of this," the clerk said as 
Amanda wrote out the check.

"They don't?" she said tearing the check from the 
book. "Save a lot of hassle."

The clerk shrugged. "Who knows, anyway, take care, 
Amanda."

Amanda got in the truck and ducked to the floor as 
they pulled out the exit side to the street. Jeff 
cleared the exit, reaching over to turn the radio on, 
Travis Tritt came on. Jeff turned the radio up the 
music blaring from the speakers. He looked back to see 
the paparazzi still watching the gate.

"Idiots."

Jeff drove a couple blocks before Amanda resumed her 
seat and buckled in. Within a few minutes Jeff left 
the city behind entering the interstate heading west.

"Hope you like country western?"

Amanda shrugged her shoulders. "Okay. Something to 
listen to."

Amanda sighed in relief as she felt the stress and 
anxiety lifted from her like a weight being set aside. 
"Yes...!" she sighed. "Yes... thank you, Jeff I needed 
this. God this feels sooo great just to leave all my 
problems and worries behind."

Loosening her seat belt Amanda slid across the seat to 
give Jeff a passionate kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, 
babe..."

The big off-road tires set up a humming sound on the 
interstate as the big Suburban ate up the miles and 
all Amanda's troubles now seemed days behind her.

"We'll stop for the night around five where ever 
that'll be."

"Sounds good." Amanda watched as the country side 
changed from the sprawling city to the urban to the 
rural and finally the plains and mountains of northern 
California. "Is it all interstate, Jeff?"

"If you want, we can easily take the slow scenic 
route. We have nothing but time now."


IV

Jeff stopped for gas outside of a small town off 
Interstate 80 for the "Beast" as he called the 
Suburban. Amanda bought Jeff an updated map of the 
route leading into Idaho. Studying the map as gas was 
being pumped into the truck, they looked the route 
over together.

"Cut across northern Nevada to Idaho then into 
Wyoming."

"At least three days if we take our time without 
pushing it."

"Whose in a hurry?"

"Sure isn't me."

They exchanged a quick kiss at the pumps, Amanda 
climbed back in the truck as Jeff finished servicing 
it.

Jeff realized that Amanda was sharp at map reading. 
She laid out a lazy route east over state route 95 
into Idaho for themselves. Jeff showed her how to fold 
the map into quarter's military style. They got in the 
truck and pulled on to the street east bound. Jeff 
adjusted the radio again for a new CW station, soon 
Amanda was singing along with the radio entertaining 
Jeff. He began feeling young and alive again with the 
girl. 

Traveling together they discovered they were soul 
mates in many ways. They talked about various 
subjects; Amanda was well versed in many current event 
subjects.

Amanda would look ahead on their route for likely 
motels. More than a couple they took one look at and 
kept going. They stopped for gas and burgers and fries 
near Twin Falls, Idaho. Jeff asked the waitress about 
a decent motel for the night as they ate.

"Traveling, huh?"

"Northern Montana."

"Whew, you got a ways to go. Um, try the place before 
you get into Berkeley. There several good places off 
the interstate there.

The first night on the road they stopped at a Best 
Western for the night. Showers, a change of clothes, 
they walked to a nearby restaurant to get a good meal 
then back to their room. The two were too exhausted to 
do anything but collapse into bed. Amanda put Jeff's 
T-shirt on again for the night she wore that morning 
at the apartment. Jeff lay in bed in just his briefs.

"Um, wow? Is that the word? That shirt does something 
to you."

Amanda posed at the side of the bed. "For you." 

The girl got under the covers with Jeff, the two held 
onto each other than Amanda rolled onto her side. Jeff 
was behind her pressing himself against her back side. 

"We're setting a record here," Amanda muttered.

"How's that?"

"We've slept together now two nights in a row."

"Like it?"

"Humm-himm."

By the afternoon of the second day Amanda was driving 
the big truck spelling Jeff from all the tedious 
driving. They cut across Wyoming stopping at more than 
a few tourist trap places. Amanda picked out the truck 
stops near the interstate where Jeff was able to gas 
up and they could relax and eat.

Jeff lay in bed watching Amanda slip the shirt on as a 
nightgown. He felt a stirring within himself watching 
her in the mirror.

"No need to ask if you like it, I can see the look in 
your eyes."

Jeff could see the look of merriment in the mirror. 
The girl was enjoying herself now. Despite the 
driving, they felt relaxed and at ease with each 
other.

"Darn and I thought I was being sneaky about it too."

Amanda threw herself onto the bed, Jeff taking the 
girl in his arms rolling her onto her back. "I don't 
think I'm going to get to keep this shirt on for very 
long."

Jeff kissed the base of her neck the girl moaned her 
delight then he slowly opened the buttons folding the 
shirt back from her breasts.

Jeff slid my hand over the smooth V between her legs 
to fondle her pussy pressing the satin in to her warm 
wet womanhood, molesting her pulsing clit. He felt the 
heat of her arousal and excitement of her being with a 
man like him.

Slowly with gentle caressing of her swollen little 
clit, Jeff fingered her pussy as they kissed. 

"Gentle, Jeff... gentle, please... I'm still not sure 
of myself ..."

After a minute she was breathing hard as she lifted 
her hips, throwing her head back Amanda let out a 
sharp gasp and "Oh!" she came in a torrent of her 
feminine juices. He couldn't help but grin that he'd 
brought her to an orgasm so soon but seems she was 
already aroused by the fact that she knew she'd get 
laid at a motel. He drew the hand up to the waist band 
of the panty then slid it in and down to her warm wet 
pussy sliding my finger through the thatch of downy 
hair about her throbbing young womanhood.

She sighed: "Ah, oh... yes, yes!"

Amanda's face was flushed from her exertions. She 
looked up at me through the tears in her eyes. He knew 
she felt and was enjoying the feel of his hand on her 
womanhood.

Jeff caressed Amanda's pulsing clit wishing he could 
go down on her and eat her out right there; more than 
that, he wanted to just have the pleasure of fucking 
the hell out of this little beauty that night. He 
began sliding my finger into her bringing a sigh from 
her as she gently moved her hips in rhythm to his 
strokes. 

Jeff eased his finger in to her nice and tight young 
womanhood – he couldn't help but also think of her as 
a young girl, a virgin again like that first night; 
taking the girl for the first time. His finger slid in 
to her nicely lubricated pussy until he was all the 
way in then slowly slid it back, then in again and 
then set up a gentle caressing rhythm as he caressed 
her clit with his thumb. Soft moans and oooh's from 
Amanda told him she was enjoying what he was doing to 
her; she rocked her body back and forth and moved her 
hips with the fingering of her pussy.

After another minute Amanda thrust her hips and with a 
sharp "Aaargh! Oh ye—sss!" she came a second time her 
juices flowing on to his hand. 

As he fingered her, Amanda reached over to feel and 
fondle Jeff's raging hard malehood. She grasped it 
through the brief's material and began caressing it 
until he was afraid he'd lose it in a torrent of 
juice. Jeff finally brought the girl off a third time, 
her feminine juices coming in a stream that drained 
her.

***

A change of direction the next day took them north 
into Montana by way of Billings.

"Home, hone," said Jeff as they crossed the state line 
in to Montana.

Another two days of casual driving Jeff pulled into 
the small county seat town of Roscoe, Montana. He was 
home.


V

Jeff drove slowly into the town fighting back the 
tears, an old George Strait song blasting from the 
truck's speakers. He tuned the radio to the local 
radio station and the DJ Dave Bowman doing the DJ work 
in the afternoon. They often compared the station to a 
telephone booth. Jeff noted not much had changed even 
in fifteen years; still the same familiar faces, same 
buildings, same people doing a day's work for a day's 
dollar.

"My god, not much to the town, is there?" Looking 
straight down the street, two stop lights and a 
caution light, not counting the railroad crossing, the 
highway connected with Havre and State Highway 2. 
Amanda looked around at the town and the mid-day 
activity amazed only thing it was missing was the gas 
lights.

"Nope, what you see is what you get." 

Jeff could hear the familiar sound of the railroad 
grade crossing and the cattle at the Cattle Auction. A 
couple loaded cattle trucks passed them going out of 
town headed to Billings. 

It'd been near fifteen years since he'd been home. The 
first place he headed for was the local real 
estate/insurance/lawyer's office, one of three in the 
area.

"Everything but the local dish and bottle washer," 
Amanda laughed as they walked in to the converted 
house a small bell hanging over the door jangled. 

"Bud!" Jeff called out as the door closed.

"Back here," a voice called from the back of the 
house. "Be with ya!"

Jeff offered Amanda a chair when Bub Miller stepped 
out of the back.

"Wow! Are you a sight for these eyes! Where ya been 
hiding?" 

Bud and Jeff exchanged greetings and he introduced 
Amanda to Bud.

Jeff asked, "LA since I got out of the Army. The old 
Harrison place out east still empty?"

"Yeah. Halfway `cross the county and to Canada though. 
What near ten miles? You want to stay out there?"

Bud stuck a tooth pick in his mouth. 

"Mind if we stay there a while? Maybe two months 
okay?"

"Not a problem. What for a couple months you said? 
Sure."

"Yeah. Vacation – chill out, get away from it all."

"Don't blame ya." Bud went to a file cabinet for the 
paperwork and keys.

Jeff passed the keys to Amanda then filled out the 
paperwork.

A short time later they walked out Amanda dangling the 
keys in hand. "That was easy."

"That's the way they do things up here. Slow and 
easy."

Jeff put the paperwork in the truck then crossed the 
street to the sheriff's office.

"Why the Sheriff's office?"

"Let him know we'll be in town for a while and where. 
Besides see whose Sheriff now anyway."

Amanda raised her pencil thin eye brows as they passed 
a row of cruisers and a couple four by fours in front 
of the office. 

Jeff stepped in followed by Amanda. The deputies not 
on the road looked up from their reports and other 
work. Radio traffic crackled with static and 
occasional deputies calling in. A woman seated in the 
back tended the radios and switch board that tied in 
the rest of the county.

A man kicked back at a back desk lifted the Stetson 
from his eyes to see who was intruding on his rest. 
Let it back down then lifted the Stetson again.

"My god, Jeff what are ya doin' here?"

"Taking a break." 

"Hone, this is John Holden the Sheriff."

John sat back down, his feet going automatically going 
back to the desk. "So takin' a break, huh? When ya 
goina' quit that Fed's job and come ta' work for me? I 
need another good man."

They sat down in front of the Sheriff's desk, a deputy 
got them sodas from the soda machine. 

"I don't know. I've thought about it. How's things up 
here lately?"

"Not bad. The drug runners and them fools moved to new 
territory. Last month one on the Canadian side tried 
to out run the Canadian Mounties. They alerted us they 
was coming. Crashed the border. Carl and Jim were 
waiting for him near the border with them spike pads. 
Guy run clean off the road over the ditch and through 
the barb wire into Hack Parson's grazing field. By the 
time they got done with the idiots, Hack had to fix 
his fence."

They laughed at the image of the drug runner's car 
plowing through a barb wire fence.

"So where are you two going to hole up then?"

"The old Harrison place." 

Holden whistled. "You'se half way to Canada, boy. 
Anyway it's all yours. Bud fix ya up then?"

"He did."

Holden shifted his attention to Amanda. "So Miss 
Krauss, this is yer first time to Montana, huh? At 
least these parts."

"Yes. To get outta LA."

"Don't blame ya any."

Jeff explained to Holden what happened involving the 
paparazzi. Everyone had a good laugh out of the story 
especially the part about the ditch.

"Oh, yeah. Heard about it. Ditches can be hell ... 
her-her-her! Remember Dave over at the radio station? 
He was talkin' about it the other day. So it was you 
who rescued her. Her – her –her. Love it!" Holden 
laughed at the thought. "Yeah, you ever want a job 
here, ya got it. That kinda ingenuity will go far 
around here. Yeah, the town council will love having 
ya."

They left the Sheriff's office. "Hungry?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

"The Steak House okay?" Jeff indicated the restaurant 
across the street. 

She shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose." 

Jeff led Amanda across the street to the Steak House. 
Amanda looked at the age old menu in the window. "By 
the way, Jeff you never told me you came from here."

"You never asked."

"Touche."

Amanda was treated to a steak dinner like she had 
never had before. Steak done right. 

Last on their agenda were groceries to last the next 
couple weeks, mostly dry goods until power could be 
restored to the house and refrigeration checked out.

The sun was just setting when Jeff pulled up to the 
old farm house. "Home."

Amanda squealed as she looked the house over. "I love 
it, Jeff. Oh yes!"

Jeff got out helping Amanda out. They went to the 
door, Jeff unlocked it then to Amanda's surprise he 
scooped her lithe form up to carry her across the 
thresh hold.

That night they lay in bed after they had settled into 
the house. Amanda lay across Jeff, her long silken 
hair lay about her back as he held her close.

"Jeff?" 

"Yeah, hone?"

Amanda drew a circle on Jeff's chest. Lifting her head 
to look at Jeff in the dark, she said, "I don't know 
about you – I realize this is kinda sudden, but I 
don't feel like going back to LA."

"The place is kinda nuts, eh?"

She brushed her hair back. "Yeah. Despite being remote 
up here I could live here."

Jeff gave it some thought then nodded. "And Sheriff 
Holden's offer?"

"You'd give up working for OFI?"

"It'd be a helluva step down but I could. Both about 
the same." They settled down again then he said, "We 
got nothing but time, let's think on it for a while."

Power was restored to the house that Friday and Jeff 
took Amanda into town for a decent meal at the Steak 
House. Following supper they walked over to the Roscoe 
Road House, the local honky-tonk. 

The interior of Roscoe Road House seemed to go back in 
to forever. Overhead florescent fixtures hung from the 
open ceiling but were not illuminated. Friday and 
Saturday entertainment was a live band the rest of the 
week was the piped in music from the local radio 
station. The old Wurlitzer jukebox, seemingly broken 
for as long as anyone could remember, stood dark and 
idle in the far corner.

Amanda looked around, despite the country western 
atmosphere she felt at home in the bar.

"I like this," she said as they walked over to a table 
near the band stand.

"I wonder what the band sounds like?"

They each ordered a beer and waited to see what the 
"entertainment" was like.

A short time later several young men walked in with 
guitars and a violin. Amanda watched them closely as 
they set up and started tuning their instruments. 

"Is that the band?" she asked quietly.

Jeff shrugged. "Guess so."

"No girl singer?"

Jeff shrugged again. "Maybe hasn't shown up yet. Still 
early for them I suppose."

They waited then the band struck up with a Keith Urban 
number. Crowd was getting big as the band started 
playing. Amanda listened for a moment then turned to 
Jeff: "My personal opinion, they'd sound a helluva lot 
better with a female singer included."

Jeff grinned. Take the girl away from Hollywood, but 
can't take Hollywood out of the girl. "Tell them 
that."

Amanda looked at Jeff surprised then got up to walk up 
to the band stand as the group was ready to begin the 
next number.

"Excuse me..."

The lead guitarist looked down at the girl then nearly 
did a double take when he realized who was standing in 
front of him. "Amanda Krauss?"

Amanda nodded her head. "That's me. I think you'd 
sound a lot better with a female singer."

Jeff grinned facetiously as Amanda talked with the 
lead guitarist. The leader looked up seeing Jeff wave 
at him.

"Know any country songs? By the way, Hank Gordon."

"Hi. A couple. Taylor Swift and Miranda Lambert... 
Carry Underwood?"

"Gotcha." She was handed a microphone. Hank grabbed 
the old fashion microphone stand. "Folks, this a 
tremendous pleasure to introduce Amanda Krauss – all 
the way from LA, California. Wow! She's goina' do a 
couple Taylor Swift and Carry Underwood numbers." 
Amanda nodded her head. "A one, a two ...Wow!"

Amanda sang two songs even though the band hadn't 
practiced the songs they received a standing ovation 
from the crowd. Before the evening was over the Road 
House had a packed house. Word got around the town 
like wild fire about Amanda; even several of the 
deputies and John Holden stopped in to listen. 

It was late when they left, Amanda was happy, the band 
more upbeat and appreciative. She was invited back by 
everyone. The band now had a girl singer they didn't 
have before. 

Amanda was swinging Jeff's hand back and forth as they 
walked out.

"We're staying."

"We're staying." 

END

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