We did what kids do ... newly minted teens ... football games, snake dances out to the the bonfires before the games, we rode the bus to away games. I...paid.Grace loved her Cherry Chocolate Cokes ... I paid.Whatever ... I paid.It's only money ... I had a bunch ... why not?After Mr. Bishop bought Vera's boat, and I had decided I'd like to try my hand at boat building ... although it wasn't much of a decision ... it was more like walking by a car lot on Saturday morning and saying to the salesman,. Jeff ignored his brother's last statement and asked if he had missed the answer."No. I was waiting on you to get back," John told him. Then to me he said, "Jeff and I were wondering if your glimpses of the future might have included any financials?" Like stocks and bonds?" I asked."Yeah. Or any major events that might affect the market," added Jeff."Would it help to know if a company is still going to be around at the turn of the century?" Definitely!" Jeff said."Well, there are several. Fuck!I was a forty-two-year-old woman trapped in my seventeen-year-old body. My head knew all kinds of things jumbled together in a mad chaos of experience and inexperience. I’d spent twenty-five years saying, ‘If I had it to do over again... ‘ And now here I was. The problem was that my seventeen-year-old self was still subject to seventeen-year-old hormones, conditioned responses, and peer pressure.Sometime over the past two decades, I’d come to realize that I’d been raped. That realization. We would have little chats as she laid there in a bikini, and I did my thing. Some times I would offer he a beer and we would talk by the fence. She had dirty blond hair, a great ass, big tits (even though I'm not a tit guy), and was just cute. She liked to complain about Dan not making money, she knew the hours I was working, and money I was making. At the time I was making about 3k a week. When she would tan she knew exactly what she was doing. She would lay so I could see her cute ass and.