I’m travelling down the road when my phone buzzes through the vehicle console. Dave Johnson. I thumbed the button on the steering wheel to answer.�...Hey, Bud! What’s up? Your girls invent a death ray?”He laughed. “NO, not unless they got together with YOURS. What’cha doing?”“Driving,” I said. “Just signed the paperwork on some utility work.” I named the client. “It’s getting ready to get busy.”“Then it’s a good time for me to call.”“Good time?”“Yeah. I just talked with Alan Addison. He said to. Jesus would have spit on them for their treatment of their fellow man.They drove the suffering wretches along with whips, chained wrist to wrist to prevent their escape, over burdened with gear of dubious utility. We fell in behind them at the limit of sight, even aided by my spy glass, and were not noticed by them, even if they also had looking glasses, because they were bright and shiny in the sun, and tall on horseback, while we were brown and low, without glitter. Neither were we the only. She's the cutest and nicest girl I can remember. She's like a daughter to mom and me. Boy, I sure wish you could hook-up with someone as nice as her. She's just someone special." When did she move in? While I was in the service?Dad laughed. "Move in? You know Joe and Ireen Morrison down in the hollow? It's their daughter. She was born and raised right down the road."Seemed odd that I wouldn't remember someone that cute until dad reminded me that she was about five years younger than me. She was. “Well, that is a very blunt answer.”“I can’t help it if I like to fuck,” she says, putting the end of her sunglasses in her mouth. Then she turns in the seat to face the man and leans back against the door. She puts her legs up on the seat and spreads them so that Adam has an unobstructed view up her skirt. “Like what you see, Adam” she asks, looking right at him. “Am I turning you on?”“You’re a tease, aren’t you?”“What makes you think that?” she asks, twirling her sunglasses in her hand. She.