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She figured it would be clean since the rest of the place was spotless. Nothing was out of place in the bedroom. He had a large, made bed with a warm comforter on it. A small dresser stood in the corner but again, the room was absent of any personal possessions such as family photographs or life memorabilia.
She crossed the short distance to the bed and sat down. The idea of being alone in Noah’s trailer without him knowing turned her on, even more than she was already.
What would she do if he walked in? Play innocent? Or maybe she’d get the nerve to actually seduce him. Now that was hot. Walking over to him and sliding his t-shirt over his head. She nodded to herself. If he came in, that’s what she’d do. She pictured her hand sliding down those toned muscles that ridged across his torso. She’d let her fingers play against the button on his jeans.
Her body slid nicely across the comforter as she unbuttoned her shorts. Images of them together ran through her mind again. After sliding her fingers down her pink panties, she quickly realized that wouldn’t do. She hastily pushed off the jean shorts, along with her panties.
Samantha spread her bare legs wide apart and let her fingers find the spot of soft flesh that would eventually rock her body. Her fingers started moving into a gentle rhythm as her mind filled itself with images of Noah walking in. What would he do if he found her naked on his bed? Would he tell her to get out, or turn away?
It could be any way she wanted in her fantasy. She want to flick open the button on his jeans and slowly slide them down until the pants fell to the floor. While he kicked them off of his feet, she’d lay back on the bed, revealing how wet the very thought of him made her.
He came to where she lay on the bed, rubbing his hand up her leg, then letting his fingers slide over that glorious place between her legs until she reached the point of explosion that shook her whole body with pleasure.
Once it slowed down, she took deep breaths.
After the rush came guilt.

CHAPTER 11

Suddenly worried that he would find her there, masturbating on his bed, she slipped her panties up over her hips followed by her shorts. Once the jean shorts were zipped, she hopped off his bed. She tiptoed down the hallway and out of the living room. The door shut softly behind her. She looked in both directions, then darted toward the main road.
The whole point of going in there was to find out more about Noah. She wished she’d found out more about him, but her question remained. What was Noah’s story?
Too embarrassed to see him, she planned a trip to town to find a dress for Jackie’s wedding. Maybe a black one, she thought with a laugh as she walked up through the yard, when a movement at the edge of her peripheral vision caught her attention. There was a man sitting on the ground up against a tree. She couldn’t see the upper body, but the jeans were sitting out with work boots on the large feet. Yes, definitely a man.
A sniffle came from that direction. Who would be crying? The man? Did he have someone with him? The tree was big enough to block her view. A smaller person could be sitting on the other side and she wouldn’t be able to see that person at all. She walked closer. The work boots had the familiar purple paint splotch on the back.
She walked around the tree and stopped in her tracks as he swiped his tears away. She’d never in her life seen her father cry. He looked away from her as she sat down, probably to hide his red swollen eyes. Whatever was troubling him, it was serious.
“Daddy,” she whispered.
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.” She put her hand on his, took a deep breath, and leaned against the tree. “Please tell me what’s wrong.” For a while they both sat in silence and watched the squirrels play tag around them.
“I can’t do it anymore, Sammy.”
“What are you talking about?” Not wanting to upset Dad any more, she kept her voice calm. Before leaving