.." Do you want to fuck her, Mister? Do you want to fuck my sister?" What's your game, kid? What are you, sixteen?" I'm seventeen; my sister's fifte...n, and does it sound like I'm playing? Look at Jenny, Mister. Look at her blush in her bikini--she blushes beautifully, all the way down to the tops of her breasts. Doesn't she just look scrumptious." You're serious." Yes." And you, Jenny?" ..." She's not allowed to speak, Mister." We're at my floor. Come to my apartment." So does this mean. She grabbed her hat - much like the men wore also - wide brim to shade her eyes with a rawhide tie under her chin. She also had her work gloves tucked into her back pocket. The thin chain and locket that she always wore the only truly feminine thing she wore - except her underclothes, of course. Her chemise and the knickers had been altered to wear under the pants and were a soft silk. She couldn't bring herself to wear men's underclothes. She headed to the kitchen hoping to find coffee and. "Need something to carry everything to the van in?"He laughed as well. "That's part of the reason, but this is a really early Radio Flyer. How much?"She shrugged. "Twenty bucks?" I wouldn't be able to sleep at night if I only paid you twenty. How about fifty?" Sold."Justin did some quick calculations in his head. He'd spent the cash on hand within the first ten minutes, and with the addition of the wagon, he was at the limit his father had set. "Do you mind if I take a few pics and call my dad?. Samson grabbed Pvt. Tims from the front of the rig and dragged him to an alley where they had some cover from incoming fire. I started firing at the approaching enemy group that was approaching us. There was another explosion in the front of the Humvee and I fell out of the hatch into the vehicle. I crawled out the open door toward my comrades but was hit in both legs by enemy fire. Since I was unable to move fast enough to get to shelter, I stayed next to the Humvee. I suddenly started to.