Hank Borden

Hot virgin niece

CHAPTER ONE

Bobbie Joe stared out or the large window into the blackness of the night. The highway seemed deserted, except for an occasional passing car. It was as if the rest of the world were fast asleep, and certainly it looked as if everyone else on the bus were asleep.

From her rear seat Bobbie Joe could see nothing but slouched figures beneath darkened lights. The only things moving were the driver and the tall figure seated across the aisle from her.

She had noticed the figure before, when it was still light enough to see. He was a tall, handsome man, with a square jaw. Bobbie Joe had seen him watching her, but each time she turned to face him, he would yank his eyes away. She thought it odd that a man would behave so shyly towards her. Usually it was she who shied away from men.

When it appeared that the man was watching her again, Bobbie Joe waved to him and flashed a smile, although she doubted if the man could see her smile through the darkness. She wanted him to know that he had no reason to be shy. And besides, her long, lonely trip had made her hungry for company.

The man, seeing her friendly gesture, rose from his seat, crossed the aisle, and sat down beside Bobbie Joe. The young girl moved over a little to make room. She smiled again, happy to have someone to talk to. The bus was still a good distance from her destination, and she was not at all sleepy.

"My name's Tom," said the man, whispering. "What's yours?"

Bobbie Joe told him her name, her eyes glancing over his buttoned overcoat and graying hair. At the same time, she could see his eyes traveling over her tight tee shirt.

"You're kind of young to be riding a cross-country bus by yourself, aren't you?" said the man, his knee pressing against Bobbie Joe's bare thigh.

"I don't think so," said the girl.

"Where are you headed?" he asked.