”I should learn not to mess with Caroline. Of course she’d have the last laugh. Still, I am not without means and I was never interested in ostent...tious wealth, so I said:“Go on then?”“Are you sure you want to know? Since you’re not available,” she said, seemingly no longer interested in the subject.“Sure. Hit me.”“Twenty-five million pounds.”It turned out quite a few people at the table had been listening in. I could tell, because my father yelled ‘FUCKIN’ HELL!’ at the top of his voice, only. The hardest days were on Sundayís I would have to sneak out early and disappear for the day. I usually would head to the library or hitch hike into Seattle.On this particular Sunday I decided to go into Seattle. I walked out to the highway and stuck out my thumb. I caught a ride with Mike. He was in his 30ís and managed a local Ace hardware store. We started talking and he asked me why I was going to Seattle. I told him just to hang out and about the situation with my dad. He. Well, my eyes beheld the wonderments of that girl’s feminine flesh. Kimie wasn’t a skinny girl, yet she wasn’t fat. She was a fully-matured, full-figured girl. My eyes gazed at her breasts. That girl’s chest was adorned with two tantalizing tits each the size and shape of fully-ripened grapefruits. Now, a finicky ‘tit-man’ might like his tits bigger. As for me, I was perfectly satisfied with my daughter’s magnificent mammary orbs. I especially liked the dark-pink, nickel-sized nipples. Katrina blinked and thought ‘She probably keeps her cash there because she’s too slow to find it in her handbag.’ With another look of intense concentration, the girl peeled off a few bills, moving her lips as she counted silently. Katrina accepted the money, rung it up and finished off with the standard questions about baggage as the ticket started printing. She handed back the ticket and change. Misty Cummings’ smile was almost lewd as she stuffed the cash back between her oversized breasts..