As much as it hurt him he knew his daughter was a slut. She was the town pump so to speak. A text or a phone call was all it took and within the hour ...he’d have her legs spread wide and her feet in the air for her boyfriend du jour. Tabitha liked to fuck and she didn’t care who knew it. The town ladies whispered about her behind her back when they saw her. At the barbershop or hardware store James had endured not so subtle questions regarding Tabitha’s late night activities. None of this. . yet.Harold called. "Mr. Anderson?" Speaking." I'm Harold Franklin calling for my dad, Ben, of Franklin's Flying Service and Aircraft Restoration out of Lansing, Michigan." You have my aircraft?" Came in today ... those are some big containers. The truckers are here and we need permission to crack the seals so we can inspect. Just so you know ... Immigration and Drugs are here too." Crack away, Mr. Franklin. Unless someone else is shipping something in my containers that I don't know about,. I buy some things and then I will call you, you come back then”. I said, “Its ok. I like to be here. I will also help you to choose”.She asked, “What do you mean by that?” I said, “I like shoppingwith ladies. It gives me the freedom to look at other ladies in the ladies section without being perceived as a pervert and also I get to see my lady in different dresses. That’s why I like to be here,” She laughed for few seconds. I said with a naughty smile, “I have done it many times with girls. But. But for another minute or two, at least, he was safe. Exhaling the last drag on his cigarette, he crushed it in the ashtray beside him, feeling unsure that his car would even start this morning. The white, rust spotted, ’88 Honda had proven itself over the last nine months since he’d found it in one of the countless second hand lots that line both sides of East Colfax. At seventeen hundred dollars, they’d wanted considerably more than bluebook, and what Joshua thought the car was worth. But.