There she stood, a slender girl with shoulder length red hair, a plaid button up shirt, black Levi jeans, and sneakers. She looked like she was maybe ...wenty. I rolled to a stop and she opened the passenger side door and climbed in, slamming the door shut behind her.She stuck out her small hand and said, "Hey there, I'm Stacey." She gave a big grin and the syrup from her voice made me think of pralines and pecan pancakes."Hey Stacey, they call me Tag when they ain't mad at me." I shook her hand. She's one of those Thick Asian (Hmong) milf, 5'3/5'2, let's just say if you see her walk In a dress it'll blow your mind. How her ass bounces by just walking it'll make you picture a million. Trust me. It's crazy, there was times i wonder how she'll look like under those dresses or what i wanted to do.. Now i got an actual footage. Maybe I can pretend not knowing its her and meet up. Or maybe blackmail her into this. something had to work. I didn't think very long and i had to give it a shot.. He was going to have to start at the top and work his way down the wall. It was a four person job requiring two to remove the planks and lower them down to the two below, who would then haul it off to the dumpster. They already had experience with it, having done the same to Benny’s house.Tim went up to the front of the house, put on his work gloves, and grabbed one of the long boards that made up the exterior. It was loose and he started pulling on it. It came off fairly easily, but the board. And she giggled both times. She had to go ‘commando’ the rest of the evening because I kept her panties as a trophy.The irony was that I’d met her husband, James at the beginning of the summer. He was a super masculine, deep voiced, big, strong, sloppy, deep voiced, carpenter kind of a guy, not a metro bone in his body. He was a man’s man who can make fires in the rain, change his own oil kind of masculine guy with the deep bellowing voice and the lumbering step. The big black leather jacket.