It was a small town where most people made their living at one of the pulp mills or growing tobacco or cotton.It was big news when my Dad told me that...Huey McPherson had said I could have a bag boy job at his grocery store. Mr. Huey as most people called him owned most of the county. He was the local politician and very wealthy. He told my Dad for me to go see his son-in-law who managed the store and tell him to put me to work.I started working and it was not long before I started to understand. I had a jacket and I'd sown a loop inside to fix the braid into.I hoped Mum and Dad wouldn't notice, I couldn't see any explanationother than a Polly memory. Mum looked a bit sceptical but Dawnannounced she'd come with me to "keep her out of trouble". Great, I hada 12yr old bodyguard.Like most bikes ours had an auxilary electric motor and Dawn insisted onusing fully charged batteries. Her point being I'd just got out ofhospital.But I felt great, the wind in my face and using real muscles to. I was startled awake from a dead sleep by the attendant whispering in myear. "Please, put your panties back on." I slowly and groggily compliedand then drifted back to sleep.Much later with the bright morning light coming through the easternwindows I was awoken again but this time by a hand between my legsrubbing me to hardness from behind. We a longer slower repeat of thenight before then we showered together in the large glass master shower.Seeing me for the first time without a bra, Marion. I pulled the fabric of my top to one side to expose my large dark nipple through the lace of my bra. Licking my finger, I moved it down to rub the tip of my breast, dampening the fabric to expose me further. I heard my audience grown and allowed myself a smile - I was getting more comfortable with this,and my confidence was growing.With the power all mine, I really started to get into it. I hitched up my skirt and spread my thighs a little - now the damp pink lace between my legs was visible.