”I grabbed the handles on the back of his wheeled-chair and eased him slowly down the ramp backwards.“Joss, you’re going to spoil me. My women u...sually let me come sailing down that ramp as they try to either stop me, guide me, or stay the hell out of the path of this run-a-way.”Out at the barn nearest the house, there was a hay lift that comes down from a heavy wooden beam extending out from the very peak of the barn roof. There was a block and tackle at the top and there was a rope sling at. He glanced around the corner at the ticket booth. Ticket girl's mother was in there, but there was no sign of the three girls. He was growing impatient. As soon as they announced the Street Stock race, he was taking off.Jason nodded. “There they are.” His eyes were glued to pigtail girl's plum-sized tits. They were way past requiring a bra, and if you looked carefully, you could see the brown circles of her chest caps.Evan's head moved like one of those dashboard hula dolls, from one girl to. She spun around to look but there was nothing there. She looked around the valley but she couldn't see anything. 'Strange, I felt sure there was someone close by but either I'm imagining it or they are hiding from me.' She carried on gathering her kindling but made sure that she now stayed fully alert. She still couldn't dismiss that feeling though. She chided herself for being silly. 'No-one knows that I am here and hardly anyone walks this way now. I'm just being daft.' She finally decided. Abby opened the front door and stepped outside into the cool, crisp evening air, hoping that would ease her frustration. There had been so much stress, drama, and emotional turmoil of late in her life to last a lifetime, she didn’t just want his touch, and she felt that she needed it. His touch always fixed her when she felt that the world had broken her. Abby paced in her yard, trying to convince herself to go into the house and call him, the same routine she had done for many nights in a row.