Her skin was the color of sun-kissed caramel, which her cream colored sweater set off nicely. The sweater itself gave off an air of innocence, but I k...ew much better. This girl was even more dirty minded than I was. She wore some skin tight black jeans that really showed the curve of her hips and nice long legs. I’m sure her ass looked phenomenal, but I couldn’t see it just yet. She had simple black slip on shoes, like, flats or whatever the girls called them. She was adorable, which only. We placed our orders with the waitress and she brought us our tea. Neither Angel nor Bill liked alcohol.“Bill, Angel, my pastures are starting to turn green,” I started. “That means my cattle are getting fat. In six months I expect to be selling beef to this restaurant and every other Holland’s Steak Houses. Bill, I want you to be the butcher for these cattle.”“Damn, Jake. That’s at least twelve restaurants,”“Fifteen,” I said. “They just opened a new one in Amarillo. If you count the restaurant. She stared in amazement. “Oh ... My ... God...” She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing her stunned expression. She looked at the bra. And then she broke out into a HUGE grin.Clutching the stained bra to her bosom, Tricia ran out of her room to the dining room. “Annie! Look! Look!” she called as loudly as she could manage to call quietly. “Guess what!”Annie was mixing pancake batter. “What is it?”Tricia held out her bra. “Look what I found!” She beamed in pride, squealed and bounced on her. I had some thinking todo about that. I asked her, "Can I be excused now? I want to get to myroom now."Mom dismissed us with a hand wave and we both quickly went upstairs. Remosaid as we reached the top of the stairs, "I really mean it, if I had beenthere I would have taken them on. I'm going to look out for you now."I smiled, "Thanks Remo, I hope I don't need it. Besides I always had tobail you out of trouble remember?" Yeah, but you can't do that anymore little girl." Remo teased me.Angrily I.