"I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading." Yes, but you have all the equipment, for all I know you could start at any moment, I'll have t...o take you in and write you up." For reading a book?" she replies."You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her again."I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading." Yes, but you have all the equipment, for all I know you could start at any moment, I'll have to take you in and write you up." If you do that, I'll have to charge you. In truth though, this was probably more todo with the pain of rejection, and the jealousy and resentment at beingreplaced by little Miss Popular. Poor Jan. The final ignominy came when Debbie appeared one morningflashing a shiny diamond engagement ring. She deliberately went straightover to Jan to show it off, and then had the nerve to ask her if she'dlike to be chief bridesmaid. She just loved to rub it in. Poor littleJan, the distraught girl had to rush outside in tears. Debbie was on. Molly’s father noticed instantly his passenger’s tartan skirt, which at barely 6 inches long did not cover much, and her white stockings seemed to act as a ladder, encouraging his eyes to avert towards what little of her the skirt covered (he couldn’t help but contemplate that if it was only an inch higher he would be able to finally get a glimpse of the pussy so many in town had often talked about).“Sorry I don’t think we’ve met” he said nervously, outstretching his right hand which he hoped. I looked up and was greeted by the magnificent sight of Kate bra falling away, leaving her breast totally exposed, framed by her open blouse. To say that they were heavenly would have been an understatement; they were easily into the d-cup range but were firm and sat up high on her chest. Her nipples were the size of a fried egg yolk and, although they weren’t hard were still begging to be sucked. I decided ‘What the hell?” it wasn't like I was ever going to get another chance like this even if.