He wore cut off jeans revealing his well-developed hairy legs and a T-shirt, which were covered in dust and sweat. He looked like he was in need of a ...hower. He wore heavy construction boots. He looked to be mid-30s muscular build 240-250lbs maybe."How old are you boy?" he asked. "18," I said. He looked at me quizzically. "You don't look 18 to me boy, you look younger. You jailbait? " Fuck no, I'm 18 I can prove it. I have a driving license." I showed it to him. "Todd uh," he chuckled. "I'm. Most of the patrons didn't seem to notice, but a few had stares. The people working the five or six fast-food places stopped to watch. They were amused by the girl in red shorts and a tight white tube top, being led by another girl in a thin tight dress who looked naked. "Uh oh!" Steph felt her shorts slipping down. She panicked and crossed her legs to catch them. Too late! Crossing her legs tightened her ass and the butt plug popped out onto the floor. Her tits dropped out of her top. "Fuck. He finally got control of himself and asked, "Are ya some sort of bounty hunter? Ya must know that I already kilt a bounty hunter tonight. Are ya buckin' ta be next on the list?"I answered, "Oh, no. I fully expect to capture or kill you, and I am giving you an opportunity to surrender before I am forced to harm you." Well, now that's right neighborly of ya. I appreciate ya takin' that attitude, but I must tell ya that I ain't surrenderin' ta ya. I 'spect ya better run along afore I gits too. A wild attitude that gave me the impression of some hot biker chick off the movies I watched on occasion.Just being around her brought out the wild side in anyone that was around her, the life of any party in high school, sure we eventually went our separate ways our polar opposite attitudes almost got us to the point we were jumping down each other's throat.Mostly her bitching about little shit, but I gotta tell you no one could make fucking more fun and exhilarating than Vicky. Just looking.