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... scowl on his features. I walked to the rear of the shop, between the lifted car and the Harley, to give the box to him. He looked at me with it and relief set into his features right away as he took it from my hands. "Oh, thank fuck. And, wonder of wonders, it's all here. Those idiots are getting worse and worse, and if it weren't for the fact that they're the only ones who sell the paint we like to... Holy shit, Darin..." He was looking down at me, at my hips and probably between my legs with a very appreciative expression that actually pleased me, but didn't do much for my heated flush. In my discomforted apprehension, I still wasn't thinking about the hem of my top. "You're a real little hottie, arencha?" "I- uhh, thank you," I managed, even more discomforted and pleased. "You must have to beat the fuckin men off you wherever you go." I couldn't stop the nervous and excited giggle that escaped my throat as I realized that, apprehension or no, I really was enjoying his attention. Behind me, Mom laughed at something, a sincere laugh that I hadn't heard from her since whenever as Dave appeared to f***e his attention from me and back to his search. "How tall are you?" I suddenly found myself asking. "Just under six-four. You?" "Five-five and three quarters." "How big are your titties?" he asked, almost flooring me with that as he went on searching through a little plastic box of drawers, one drawer after another for the elusive whatever that he sought. " ... Wow, uhh... No ...

... guy has ever asked me that," I laughed, now totally embarrassed, but still really liking the big guy's attention. "No?" he asked, glancing at me with a surprised expression before checking them out again, then going back to his search. "I find that hard to believe. They look great." "I- uh, thanks... I guess." "So, how big are they?" I know I should have told him that it was none of his business, that I should have been offended, or whatever, but I just wasn't. Surprised and aghast, yes, but also a little bit hornier. "C cups", I told him. "How 'bout your mom?" "Uh, hers are Ds." "Yeah, she looks fuckin' good, too." "Mine are big Cs, though" I amended. "I believe that. You got a pretty face, too. Where the jesus is that plug gapper? Look, can you do me another favour? Get Carrie to google the plug gap for a two point two, 0-seven Cobalt? They come gapped- or they're supposed to- but it's best to check to be sure, 'cause some of 'em are a bit out. Not that it'll matter if I can't find the gapper tool." "Okay, I'll be back." I found myself beginning to like Dave, and not just for the exciting attention he was feeding my ego with, but because he seemed really cool and, well, like a 'real man'. I looked back with a stupid smile and was only a little surprised to see him watching me, watching my ass. He obviously liked what he saw and I turned around quickly, embarrassed further as my smile got even wider of its own volition. Something else I caught was Dick's eyes all over me from ...