”“YOUNG?!” Scott got even more excited, “HOW YOUNG?! HOW MUCH SKIN? COME ON SPELL IT ALREADY!!” For a moment, I felt a bit embarrassed but I...also felt good, so I continued.“One time, I saw her panties” I replied, “it was rather thong! It was red, sooooo red!”“WHAT?!” Scott jumped out of his seat and almost fell from the stool. And with a drooling mouth begged, “describe ... describe ... describe ... please ... please ... please... “. Just to shut him up, I began to let my memories come out. I want to eat and ride with my tits out.”“You want to what?”“I want to ride with my tits out.”“No, you want to eat?”She looked at me like I had two heads.“Yes, I want to eat. Is that OK with you?”“Sure. As long as you do it with your tits out.”“MICK!”“I love you too.”I adjusted the seat before I could get in the truck. I reset the mirrors and steering wheel and started the truck and didn’t move. After sitting there for a few minutes, Renee looked at me questioningly.“Tits.”She rolled her eyes. " Oh, boy! I can just hear it now." No, Dad. She really is a very nice girl, who just happens to be smart as all hell and about as pretty as a girl can be."There was a pause in the conversation as Mark's father reflected on that statement. "So, are you all ready to start your road trips?" Yes, Dad. I have two for next week and two the week after. The others haven't received their acceptance letters yet." Okay, Son. Keep in touch."School was officially out for the summer, but that didn't mean. " She poured cream from a carton into a pitcher and set it on the tray. "Right." The implications made Connie feel ill. You're not pretty enough for Simon, her mother was saying. Better dress the part if you don’t want to lose him. "I think long dresses are back in style," Lydia went on. "And I've seen some lovely slacks and outfits in the stores. I know you don't go in for short styles, and I understand." Connie, near tears, said nothing. She doesn’t know, Connie thought. She doesn’t know how.