"Can I help... Miss Osbourne,good day to you." He put the periodical down on the counter and quicklyran his fingers through his thinning, brown hair.N...ncy smiled. "And to you as well, Mr. Pinter." Kirby... please. You're in here often enough looking at books." Kirby, then." She smiled again. "And you may call me Nancy. I waswondering if the dictionary I ordered for the school had come in yet?" I'm afraid not. I understand that there's still quite a demand for theunabridged Webster's, even. So he told me to meet her at O'reilys pub in Carmel at 11:30. So I took a quick shower and jumped in my jeep and headed that way. I got there just as she pulled up in her little black Jimmy. We introduced ourselves and went in to have a drink and talk. She was a stunning brunette about 5'3" long hair wearing a tight fitting little black fuck me skirt. We go to the bar and sit down when I notice she is wearing thigh high stocking which I love. We sit and talk for about 20 minutes and she excuses. But while I was in Girl Scouts I had a lot of great fun with my friends, we were rambunctious and not very good Girl Scouts. The girls I tended to hang out with in the troop watched R rated movies and knew far too much about sex, drugs, and alcohol. I thought they were great. When I was in Juniors, about 11 years old, we all went on this camping trip. Well, we get to this campsite and it’s surrounded by woods, and going down from the site is this one HUGE hill. Like this is a long, long hill. Sally gasped in pain when he grabbed her right arm in a crushing grip. He reached back and slapped her hard across the face. Sally panicked and released the picture from her mind.She instinctively jumped to her feet and punched out with her left arm, before she fully realized she was back safe in her father's office. Frank watched his daughters actions with concern. "What's wrong?" He then noticed her split lip and a growing bruise on her arm. "What the hell?"He grabbed a box of tissues sitting.