As before, Kirk demanded to be let in on the shopping trip. Once again,he was given no choice but to find something suitably masculine at astore for ...oung girls. He quickly selected a lime green and blackbackpack and an eighteen-inch silver chain with a round silver medal, onwhich was engraved a buxom and muscular female soccer player about tokick a ball."Are you sure you want to have a picture of a girl hanging around yourneck?" asked Maggie, who added, I've seen more masculine pendants in. I wanted to rip it off of her. Instead I nodded toward the stacks of wood on the side of the road."There was a tree blocking the road," I explained, leaning my axe to one side and wiping my forehead where the sweat was dripping into my eyes.She walked to me slowly. "You done yet?" Yeah. I think this is good enough. I was about to cut up a few more for fireplace wood, but I think a rest might do me good." Now that I had stopped working, I could feel the ache in my forearms, shoulders and back,. Peter hadn't said a word to Traci all the way home. Hadn't even looked at her."I don't think it matters. The boy ain't got all that long to live." Peter hadn't said a word to me either. He hadn't asked for a ride, just climbed in with his sisters. And hadn't bothered to say thanks or acknowledge me in any way. If there's one thing I hate, it's being taken for granted.Traci smiled. I was kind of amazed that she still could. "Let it go." Can you?"Traci shrugged as she got out of the car. I got. Ann laying with her left leg on its side with her knee bent and right straight out, Mary could make out the rise of Ann's pubis, with the freeway lights shined in as they passed. Unable to look away, Mary's breathing quicken. Looking forward making sure she wasn't being watched, she ran her finger tips down the light blue silky material. Mary's heart beat quickened feeling the warm fleshy mound. Looking down Mary let her eyes gaze over Ann's body. She watched her small breasts move up and down.