.. wrong inside you, isn't it?" Wrong? What you mean, Red Ryder?" Because you're trying too hard to be cute. You never talk about what you think or fe...l anymore. You're being nice to me about anything and everything, to the exclusion of yourself."I laughed. "You don't like me paying attention to you? I'm having a good time, just helping you today. Really. Honest." How are things with your mom and your stepdad? You never mention them. I don't have the slightest idea what's up with you and. Sometimes she's worn hose or tights or whatever but today her long, muscular legs were bare.I've always been a leg-man. Sure, I like to admire the whole package but I always start by looking at the legs and hers are gorgeous. Apart from a little group of freckles on her left shoulder, her skin is flawless – unmarred by unsightly tattoos. Today's outfit showed off her long legs and clear skin wonderfully.By this time, she'd made it to the front of the line and I watched as she chatted cheerfully. I had big brothers, so I had no chance of any cock, or even a fanny tickle till I was at the right age. All my other friends from school were getting at least a fingerpoke either from each other, or some skinny boy with balls that were constantly ready to blow a load.They took to me quite quickly and I knew they treated me differently from the other girls who were getting a bit of a poke. They thought I was the sweetest thing and never made saucy comments where I was. The other girls would get. George looked around. Jim was known for the tight ship he ran in his dining cars. In addition to the spotless white starched linens, the cutlery practically gleamed in the light, and everything was arranged neatly. Only the carpeted brown walls and austere fittings reminded one this was the Amtrak era, and not that of a flagship early streamliner.George nodded knowingly as he settled himself in the seat. As Jim went to seat another set of sleeping car passengers, a waitress George did not know.