Every time I lifted your foot to check the fitting, innocently caressing the back of your leg and feeling the smoothness of your skin, you would open ...our legs slightly and temp me with a view under you skirt and towards your barely visible panties.I'm sure you must have seen me trembling slightly as I tried so hard to see just a little more without letting you know I was peeking. "There you go, Miss," I said, trying to appear calm and in control, "let me help you with those sandals again.". “Don’t forget to offer a drive to Leanne,” She ignored her little sister.“There’s not really enough seats for all of us,” David sighed. He drummed his fingers on his steering wheel and looked to Curtis.“I vote Kristi,” He said lazily.“Well, you three have the assigned seats so long as you’re paying for it.”“Good, and don’t forget that. Well feel free to forget those two,” Avery gestured at her siblings.“I’ve been trying,” David was terribly theatric. Victoria opened her door and bolted.“One. You seem to be bucking the trend.”“I look at it this way. If you’re getting a rib-eye rather than a burger you’re interested in taste. Now, an eight-ounce piece is going to taste significantly better than a four-ounce piece. In addition, the larger piece gets KK’s special seasonings while the smaller piece gets salt, pepper, and a little garlic powder.”“I follow your logic. What are your results?”“On average, the larger sandwich outsells the smaller twenty to one.”“That, Son, is. “Get it steam-cleaned. Put a real fuel filter on it. Get one of the wholesalers to keep you supplied with 100 octane low lead.”“And a pump,” I said.“Easy shot,” he laughed. “We demoed a country store two months ago, and I have a pump just sitting there. Mister Dukes tore his fueling station down, but the power’s still there. That’s where you put it.”“Heard my name,” Mister Dukes said, walking up.“Yessir,” I said. “We’re talking about reworking your old fueling station.”“‘Scuse me,” Haley.