An hour later I returned and attached the trailer to the van. Even though it would easily fit inside the van. I pulled it to my box/house. No it absol...tely was not legal. It wasn't even close to being legal, but I managed to make it home without being stopped. I did it to test it's stability just in case I had to pull something using it. By late afternoon it was in my yard and I had test fitted one of the 32gal recycle plastic cans with wheels. There was indeed enough room for it. I decided. I used to have one of those in my crypto safe aboard ship. I wasn’t a firearms man and hadn’t fired one of those things in years. I sensed this was a serious assignment, really serious. I waited for him to elaborate, but that was all he was going to say. ‘Go, or no go?’ he asked. This guy didn’t waste words. I thought about it for a moment. I was not a James Bond type, and moreover, didn’t want to be. My Navy time and Russian language studies had lead to sufficient professional exposure to. He backed away afterwards, shaking his head to clear it and said, "Come on. We'd better go."I put on my bra and snapped it shut, then put on my shirt and tucked it in. Whistling for Domino, I prepared to ride home.Riding back we didn't say much, and I examined my emotions. I was no stranger to sex, I'd seen the calves born and the dogs mating since I was six. Anyone raised on a farm knows the basics of reproduction early in life. I wanted to share with Ben, but did that mean becoming his lover?. ” I winked at him.“Mm hey,” He snorted.“You like my dancin’?”“It was nice.” He said. “Who are you?”“Pup.” I pointed to my patch. “I’m from the 5th Street Jackals. You?”“Tank.” He said. Hmm I liked that. “Wait, your name is Pup and you’re from 5th Street? You know Big Dawg, right?” He asked.Oh god, I thought to myself. Of course I knew who Big Dawg was, he was the president of the 5th Street Jackals – and my dad. I couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without someone telling me that they knew my.