Umm think of the time your dog got put to sleep.. okay got it.' Tasha thought to herself. The cop walked to her window and she let it down. 'License,...registration, and proof of insurance.' he said sternly. 'Umm, officer i only have my permit.' as she handed it with the registration and insurance. 'If you dont have a drivers license then why are you driving then Miss Kent?' the cop asked. Tasha began to cry 'Please sir understand i wanted to run to get some notes from my friend because we have. He sat in the old steel lawn chair, dick stiff, and watched her contentedly.When the last customer for the day drove off, Chrissy came and sat beside her Uncle. Bob looked at her. "I thought you weren't going to flash me any more" he said. "Something about not wanting me to have a heart attack as I recall?"She blushed prettily. "Well, I don't know. I guess I kind of liked it when you ... noticed me." Chrissy, honey, doesn't your boyfriend notice you?" Bob said.Now she frowned. "I don't have. ..that you wanted to...to...sleep with me," she finished, taking a deep breath. I didn't dare look at her, instead twisting the glass around and around on its coaster. The bulge in my trousers throbbed violently. She groaned and put her palm to her hot cheek. "I'm so sorry, I've embarrassed you! I shouldn't have mentioned it!" I swallowed with great difficulty and shook my head. "I'm not embarrassed. But if you're worried about me forcing myself on you." "No!" She burst out so forcefully. There was the mirror, opposite me. My reflection had that sort of blurry still-half-asleep look, with big-bad-bed-hair and puffy eyes. But hey, she was sorta pretty, I thought. You know, I’d do her. And, knowing that I had nothing else to do, I thought I’d start the day on a high note. I wiggled down the length of the bed so I was sat on the edge, directly opposite the mirror. “Hello, pretty,” I said to myself.You have to love yourself. I learned that early on. If you don’t love yourself, you.