“They weren’t going to shoot me,” he said. “But I’m proud of you.”He put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him on the ben...h seat of the old truck. I snuggled up, breathing in the smells of leather, cheap aftershave, and him. Years later, I can still smell it.I was asleep long before we got home. * Regan Jennings owned a hairdressing salon in the nearest town to Dad’s place. She was pretty, and about 15 years younger than Dad. From my earliest trips Montana, I remember her. She said they could rig it up with some hose and be able to pump fuel from any stations in ground fuel tanks. Janet showed Junior the fuel storage tanks behind the machine shed. Both were 1000 gallons, one for gasoline, and the other for diesel."The diesel tank is about half full. Of course this is farm fuel and doesn't have the dye in it that shows road use tax has been paid on it. If you get caught running it in any thing but a tractor or farm implement it's a heavy fine," Janet explained.. " What's this girl like?" Nineteen, very pretty, tiny, not even five foot. Nice girl." Chapter Thirty OneLaura made dinner while I helped Daniel with his false boobs. He put onthe sports bra, a T shirt, skirt, lipstick and mascara. He brushed outhis hair and there stood Danielle.Dinner out of the way, Danielle went to the bathroom for nail polish,did her toenails and her own nails after shaping them. She fetched myfalse nails, while I attached them; she painted my toenails, then mynails. We. “But what about Mrs McKenzie’s breasts? They’re spectacular. Surely all men prefer them that size.”“On your frame they’d look grotesque. Besides, yours are delightfully sensitive.”With a gentleness that belied his size, Tiny caressed my tiny globes and nearly got my motor running again.Tiny. Without whom my company would have collapsed, the amount of time I’d had to spend away from the office recently. He could do most things as well as I could, even better in some cases. The only talent I.