.. girlstoo. In one sense, they were an epitome of unspectacular - not bad enough toget in much trouble, not good enough to get much reward, and never...really infocus. And though a bit more glances from girls might've been nice, theydidn't mind it that way things were. They shot for the 50th percentile ineverything they did, even as kids calling each other "the middlemen." Mostvaluably, flying low meant they almost never got in serious trouble, evenwhen they really deserved it. Each was a pro at. It doesn't take a lot to make herhappy. She's one of those bitches who believes it's the thought thatcounts. The first time I heard her say that, I was sure she was beingsarcastic, but no - can you believe it? - she was being sincere! Thiswas my ticket. I could buy her some piece of junk, and she'd be happyas long as I remembered to get her something. Last Valentine's Day, though, I almost fucked it up. I almostforgot to get something. I was in an "adult store," as they startedcalling porno. My eyes looked him over, adding up his features. His white t-shirt clung to his skin, I could see his muscles rippling under it as he jacked the car up. His face was toned and rough, but his eyes held fire and compassion. I walked behind him checking his "Ass"ets. Firm and full. I was grateful to the rain, because it hid the warmth seeping from my pussy and creating a warm spot on my skirt. *Brendan got up from the ground, finished with the tire."Your all set to go." Thanks a lot. You don't. She approached his stool with an air of respectful obedience but all she could think of was the older man looking up close and personal everything she owned like a boyfriend or a spouse with license to expect her dutiful submission. It was all too beyond her understanding and she was torn between complying and refusing the commands of authority.It was the look on Mister Cummings face that convinced her it would be better to comply because she could see he was in a state of visible upset at her.