Coming home after a day up in Vancouver spending American dollars on Canadian price tags, but that wasn't quite the big bargain it had been in previou... years. Still, Dick pondered, the economy was tight and every little bit helped. He gave the civilians, which was anything non-commercial, a good 12 miles over the limit. Usually about 8 was the norm, but when the weather was good Dick tended to be a little generous on the south bounders; it was all downhill after all.Buses and trucks generally. DavidShe clutched the note to her breast thinking how lucky she was to have David to depend upon. He was everything she could want in a son. A slight smile crossed her lips and for the first time since Howard had sprung his traitorous news she felt that maybe, just maybe, she and David could survive this.Priority number one had to be a job, she thought, but as she scanned the jobs section of the paper the feelings of sexual desire surfaced once again. She felt her breathing quicken, her. And a pool. You could stay over night." What happened to Rob?" He... has plans." Randi looked down. She clearly didn't want to say any more about it."I guess maybe I could make it," Laura said."Good, I'll get you the directions."As agreed, Laura drove down to Los Altos late Saturday morning. The worst part was having to lie to Deshona, which made her feel rotten. She claimed a sudden business trip, which Deshona would understand. But Laura cringed as she drove past Burlingame on her way to Los. BeckyMy sister Becky was 5 years older than me – she had proper breasts and a hairy muff and everything – I was so jealous. One day she caught me in her room, parading up and down in front of the full-length mirror, admiring the way her latest thong bikini looked on my boyish hips and cute butt. She slapped my bare butt quite hard, allowing her finger tips to linger in the crack. She held one hand over my mouth until I promised not to scream. She slapped me again, sliding her fingers forward.