Speak of the lil’ devil …
‘Hi, Johnny. Y’all still open?’ Lea Barrett, who’s gettin’ filled out more and more every time I see her. I figure she could probably use a b*a by now, but I ain’t gonna recommend it. Not my place. No, sir. Not at all.
‘Hey, sugar. What’s crackin’?’ How she seems to always walk in when there isn’t another soul in here never ceases to amaze.
‘Nothin’ but the nuts. I like that mustache you’re workin’ on. Bet that can tickle some soft spots. Think I could get a milkshake? Wanna see where my brother snapped me with a towel yesterday? Right here. It’s smarting’ like hellfire!’ She spun around and lifted up her dress to show me a red welt on the back of her thigh, and maybe showed a bit more, as in some of her polka-dot panties. Lord help me.
‘Well, of course, sugar
