He couldn't take his eyes off them, and I loved it."Pretty slow today, no one but you and me in here," I said."Yea, too hot out for people to shop or ...top for gas." Yea I know, I'm cooking in my place. I live in that house right next to your station. My names Lois Kubik." Nice meeting you, Lois, my names Danny." You seem young to be working here." I'm 16, old enough to have a job. A hot job today." Yea tell me about it. Well, I'm going back over and get out of these wet clothes. Then I think. The wind traveling down the highway had thoroughly given me goose bumps, nipples erect but penis unaffected unless I started thinking about nymphs.I was still a bit shiny through road dirt from the Happy-mess dousing. So I made a sight to see with my penis jack hanging loose and swinging which I tried to accent with a little gentle motion, even leaned forward against the side boards to make more dangle and a little gentle pulling, stretching. But I didn’t care what I looked like after I saw the. What the hell had I eaten the night before that would cause such a dream? Four triple Whoppers, six fries and several milk shakes had never bothered me before. A growing boy has to eat to keep his strength up, doesn’t he?Oh, yeah. I forgot about the half dozen eggs and four English muffins I had for a night cap before going to bed. Maybe Mom had a point when she complained about her grocery budget.“We are gathered here today to recognize exceptional effort by one of our own during the recent. Four massive columns stood out front, holding the roof up. At the center of the structure a red door was flanked by impressive lion statues.No one greeted us. A shared look with my sergeant convinced me that he wasn’t happy about the lack of greeting either. It wasn’t like the Count to leave me flatfooted­­ -- decorum was important to him. An uneasy feeling hovered over me, and I wasn’t sure why.“Milord, the Count is waiting for you inside the Customs House. A clerk will guide you to him,” the.