It's filled with my father's clothes, of all things. It is about two and a half feet deep, four feet wide and maybe seven feet tall. There's a shelf w...th a foot and a half of room above it and a rod from side to side for hanging clothes. Two sliding doors allow access to either half.The back end of the garage is mostly tools. A workbench takes up most of the wall. There are cupboards above the bench with pegboard doors. Hangers are on the inside of each door for screwdrivers, hammers, pliers. Again, farm kids were so much better informed about things like that. Farmers simply seemed to have more respect for my presence.I decided a bit of ejaculation was a good deterrent to people taking advantage of my erection availability. It did help a lot of times but some people preferred it to make their photo-op even more memorable, frosting on the cake you might say. I had to subdue some lady’s handling of me. it was a warning given without too much demand on my part hoping not to cause. All this time who would have know that Lacey had been mixed up in shit that deep. “That’s some heavy shit. I always sensed something mysterious about you. But never that!!” As scary as it all sounded Ritty couldn’t help thinking it was hot. All that adrenaline and danger mixed together like an intoxicating drink. No wonder Lacey had balls of steel when it came to the competition, to people. She knew how to twist the dagger to get exactly what she wanted out of the helpless victims. She had seen. ” and the movie was back on. We finished the meal, I returned the dishes to the kitchen and washed them. At the next break, she undid another button. She asked me, “Remove your t-shirt.” Finally, she undid the last button to her blouse, and it fell open and I could see her full bra and midriff. Another movie started as we continued our game until she was just sitting there in a bra and underwear. She dared me, “Remove your pants.”Now in previous versions of this game I would cop out and have to.