It wasn’t that it was especially deep, but resonant somehow, tired, a little sad but very commanding.“Hey there shooter, I’d like a Laphroaig an... whatever the lady wants provided it’s good enough for her.” he chuckled, clearly no such drink existed in his mind.Why am I not surprised it was the punk who decided to get up in his face.“Back the fuck off, gram’pa’pa! There’s a fucking line for which of us gets to sous this chick!”He met the metal eyebrows with one of his own slowly lifting. “I’m. "You aren't bad looking at all, honey," she said. I found hope inthat 'honey.' "You're really cute. Very feminine. Your make-upis perfect. You really have done this before, haven't you?"I nodded, my anxiety melting. I'm sure I looked poignant andrelieved all at once. There were tears in my eyes."That dress is lovely. The style's quite flattering. In thefuture, you shouldn't hide your figure the way you do." Was she being ironic? She sounded sincere enough! My heartleaped. "Thank. "No sense wasting the effort on this, if you're not going to appreciate it." "Clyda, you know how much I care about you, and how I feel for you, after all the years we've been together here on the Island." "Well then, what is it tonight?" "I really hate to say it," said Tiffany, "but I noticed that I'm starting to get kind of bored around here. I mean don't get me wrong. Once I get myself hard, and start going at it with you or any of the other girls around here, the sex is fantastic.". Had my truck stored on his back lot, and he was impressed with it. When he found out Pop and I had done the engine on it, he asked if I wanted a job, and would I feel comfortable with marine engines. I told him sure, and if he wanted to branch out into motorcycles or helicopters, well, I'm up for that, too!" He looked excited, and said, "Long's I don't mess up my fingers I'm okay with most any of those." He kissed Laurel goodnight, and headed out the door. She watched him until the truck.