“He’s been much more cheerful since you arrived this week.”“Yeah, well, I’m going to keep him that way too,” she grinned, looking me in th... eyes.“You going to give her a ride on that?” Mike asked, pointing to the bike.“I guess I’d better,” I smiled. “I’ll get the helmets,” I said, moving to a cabinet behind the motorcycle.“Even the helmets are painted the same as the bike,” she noted.“Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?” Mike asked.“Yeah ... when I was a kid. My brother had a dirt bike. “Now get on in the barn while Travis and me talk business.” She sauntered to the barn and flopped down on a hay-bale. She watched as her daddy, with his back to the barn, talked to Travis, animatedly waving his arms. She could feel Travis’ eyes on her and he made her feel naked.“Come on in the barn and get some water, Travis.” Emmitt held the hose for Travis as he drank, then turned to Maggie. She stood, and took two sips then Emmitt “accidently” hit her chest with the flow from the hose. She. Nevertheless, tonight the computer had indicated that the book she needed was on the next to the bottom stack floor, so she found herself riding the creaky old one, maybe two, person elevator with the folding metal mesh door down into the bowels of the stacks. She got out of the cage at Floor 2 and sighed when she realized that her book likely was located over on the very last row in the corner. As hastily as possible, she followed the signage through the twists and turns. Absolutely no one was. The white top and the colorful skirt particularly being just above her knees. She had beautiful long silky hairs that came down to her waist, around her shoulders and covered her small full breasts. She had this very sensual way of gently swaying of the few strands of hair, away from her eyes, back to her ear, in a gentle rhythm. Her eyes always seemed longing for a desire. A desire as mysterious as her bewitching smile. Beauty is an unsightly word to describe her. To make a long story short,.