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Six months later, Mrs. Hansen died. After the funeral I thought that I'd return home. My mother wanted me to come home. It wasn't right that a young woman be alone with a man who wasn't married.

You're right, she never knew what was really going on.

There were just a few problems. Where would I sleep? My sister-in-law was due to have a baby anytime now, and they'd taken over my old room.

My sisters now slept on those two surplus army cots in the living room. There was no room for another cot.

Mr. Hansen convinced my mother that he needed help with baby Harley. He promised that I was perfectly safe, and that my virtue would remain intact.

I was standing right there and had to turn my head so mom wouldn't see me laugh. Mr. Hansen sounded so sincere that my mother relented. He did give me another raise.

As soon as we got back to Mr. Hansen's house, he suggested that I move into his room with its big king-size bed. "Sweet Imogene, it'll be perfect. I can eat your pussy whenever I want."

"Only if you let me give you a blowjob whenever I want."

I put Harley to bed, and then went to my new, nice comfy bed where Mr. Hansen's tongue was waiting for me. The best part was that he didn't leave me when he finished fucking me. Instead, he snuggled between my breasts and fell asleep.

The next year was sex and more sex. Lots of fucking, lots of pussy eating and lots, and lots of blowjobs.

Two years after Mrs. Hansen's death, with Mr. Hansen's understanding it was time for me to leave. My sister-in-law had abandoned her husband and baby Ira.

For the next few years, I helped my brother raise Ira, but while I was with Mr. Hansen and helping with his wife, I thought I might go to nursing school. Watching those nurses come in every week to see Mrs. Hansen gave me the idea.

Except for a few clothes, and the necessities a girl needs, I saved just about every penny Mr. Hansen paid me.

I applied to a nursing school in Dallas, Texas and was so happy when I was accepted.

I never saw Mr. Hansen again.

I'd never been to a big city. I'd never been to a city. The biggest town I'd ever been in had only 4,000 people, and the tallest building was only three stories. Dallas was like another world.

I was older than most of the other first year students. Many of them were there for only one reason and that was to marry a doctor. Once we all got to know each other, many of them confided that they'd do anything to marry doctor, and they weren't shy about sharing what anything might entail.

I was relatively quiet; never sharing my own experiences. I wanted to be a nurse. I'd never thought about marriage.

I didn't even think about dating; I threw myself into my studies. I wasn't much of a student in high school, but I was more mature now.

That first year the nursing school arranged what they called mixers with some local colleges and the medical school. I was older than most of the college boys and had no interest in them. The medical students were close to my age, but that first year I didn't date at all.

I was asked out a number of times, but it seemed that those medical school students didn't look me in the eyes when they asked me out, they just stared at my breasts.

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