Dammit, "I can't get no respect!"We had spent so much time with Mark that the seasons were tuning on us, and we were too close to winter to start our ...un for the Wyoming Undesirables Reservation. The Northern states just did not do what was necessary to keep the highways open during winter storms. A major highway could be closed for days, or even weeks, if the weather was continually bad. The powers that be just did not seem to care if food ran low. I think their attitude could be summed up as. As I watched behind us, something started to happen. The car pulled out and the unseen driver tooled the vehicle slowly alongside us. My eyes left the rear mirror and looked over at the car as it drew level. It's windows were open, this time Rap music blared from the interior and drowned out the earlier Reggae that we had heard. The three black occupants all wore their usual baseball caps and, despite the fading light, their eyes were hidden by dark glasses. The front seat passenger was. " I see," Symphony replied, pushing her glasses up on her nose a little more and jotting down a note on her clipboard. "Then every unit of lumber must be accounted for in the entire yard?" Yes, it certainly does." Curly looked at the teenager, noticing how her nipples pushed out her blouse even though she wore a bra. He liked the way her tits jiggled with each step she took and he liked the deep brown of her eyes. The boss' daughter. That fact was the only thing that kept him from trying to. “Thought I’d come visit.” “You shouldn’t be back here.” I lean back against the counter, watching her as she squats, her cutoffs not designed for such action. “Go on,” she says, stopping to confront me, hands on her hips. Funny how that makes her tits stick out. “Thought we might have a chat.” “Are you kidding me?” A look says the rest, as in: “I’m young and lithe and desirable, and you’re not.” But her look also says, “Look at my tits.” So I look. “You’re disgusting.” “You’re de-lovely.” I.