"Let's get going."She rode well astride, and I enjoyed watching her young body bounce and had plenty of time to admire her fine buttocks in her tight ...ritches. I wondered how old she was; guessed fifteen and mentally scratched her off my "to do" list. It was dusk when we reached her farm which was tucked away in a valley and had two good streams as well as rolling hills covered with fruit trees. We sat on the hillside as the sun set and studied the place. It appeared nearly empty except that. But, as life would have it, as I make my move, the female of choice who, up to that moment has been carrying on an animated conversation with a couple of other females of the species, catches my eye and her expression changes and, in that instant that heralds my doom, in her eyes I now have the looks and personality of a cane toad. Maybe I set the bar too high given the impediment of an appearance that is obviously unattractive to women. Tonight was no different to any other (Friday) night so I. She looked back at me, her mouth wide open."Chrissie, he's so pretty!" she said, giving Jamie an admiring look. "I love that top," she said to him, "it really looks good on you."I knew she would go for him, with his long blonde hair and feminine looks."Laura, you look beautiful, your hair has grown incredibly," I said, reaching out and stroking her long black ringlets."Oh, thank you Chrissie," she said, "I haven't had it cut since I last saw you. Anyway, please come in!"She took Jamie and me. She had been reduced to asking outright for something from her brother.Victory was within reach. I proceeded carefully. Now I was the fisherman and Tiff was the fish. I didn't want to let her off the hook or lose my bait. Mom could easily tell me to give it to her and that would cut my chances for a big payoff at the end."I guess I have enough parts to build another one," I said reluctantly. "But I paid for these parts out of my allowance. Are you going to pay me back?" I wanted to sound a.