Let me describe my Gran. What a lovely 62year old lady she was. She had naturally white hair, she had been a redhead previously. She kept it short and...neat. A lovely face with green eyes, a button nose and luscious lips that just begged to be kissed. Her body was large, but not obese. Her bust was about a 36C, so I found out later, with a fleshy waist and a beautiful ass, to die for. Myself, well as I said, I had just turned 18. I had reddish blonde hair which I wore short and also had green. I was very aware of his willing sacrifices and wanted to make Christmas 2011 a special Christmas for him. I would have taken out a new mortgage on our farm to do that, but my father in-law stepped up, stepped in and bought Randy the car of his dreams, a 1977 Corvette Sting Ray Coup. My father in-law could afford it. He owns a very successful NASCAR racing team that you would recognize if I were to mention the team's name. The car was sitting in our drive when I got up on Christmas Eve Day. "They threw down their weapons and left them in the dirt. They're walking back toward the anti-tank ditch with their hands in the air. I can't imagine what kind of trickery it could possibly be. Take a look at the video from Peepers two and three."Jackson called those particular images up on his screen and looked at the two views taken from the small drone aircraft circling twelve thousand meters above the battlefield. He saw literally thousands of men, marching slowing westward, their hands. He nods at me and mouths, "Sorry."I have to leave the powder room in this get-up and stroll past thedelivery guy. If I do all that, I may be lucky enough to find the moneyand pay for the pizza. All I have to do is completely humiliate myself infront of this pervert Kevin. This pervert that I forcibly pushed off theporch yesterday when he saw me dressed as a schoolgirl. I can't. I must.I'm fucked. Suddenly I'm standing shakily in the hallway. My tiny skirtdoes nothing to hide the bright fuchsia.