Keith remained curled up in a clump of sleeping bags and pillows in the back of the van. are we?” Missy yawned. She combed her fingers through her long brown hair. “Where “Columbus.” “Georgia?” freaking Ohio.” “Columbus Missy said. She caught Steve’s eye in the rear-view mirror and knew he thought “Oh,” she was cute even when she was half asleep. Steve dictated orders like the army general he would never be. you’re on “Missy, interference. Donna and Rick, you hook and run.” Rick responded by shaking his shoulder-length hair like a shaggy dog. Sadie do it?” Missy asked. got bigger jugs.” “Can’t “She’s glanced to the back of the van. don’t think they’ll wake up before dinner. C’mon, “I man. I’m hungry.” right.” Donna and Missy scooted forward on the floor of the van and pushed open “All both side doors. Exiting the van was easy for Donna, dressed in tie-dye T-shirt and jeans, but Missy was not so graceful in her long, flowing sundress. Rick pushed open his door and rolled out onto the sidewalk. slid out of the driver’s seat and took up guard position leaning against the doorway. His broad, six foot frame effectively blocked any view of the fruit stand from the guy behind the counter. Donna headed to the back of the store where she scrutinized some cartons of milk while Missy took up her post in front of the counter. She leaned forward, resting on her elbows and revealing a bit of cleavage through the top of her almost transparent gown. any cigs?” she “Got
Keith remained curled up in a clump of sleeping bags and pillows in the back of the van. “Where are we?” Missy yawned. She combed her fingers through her long brown hair. “Columbus.” “Georgia?” “Columbus freaking Ohio.” “Oh,” Missy said. She caught Steve’s eye in the rear-view mirror and knew he thought she was cute even when she was half asleep. Steve dictated orders like the army general he would never be. “Missy, you’re on interference. Donna and Rick, you hook and run.” Rick responded by shaking his shoulder-length hair like a shaggy dog. “Can’t Sadie do it?” Missy asked. “She’s got bigger jugs.” glanced to the back of the van. “I don’t think they’ll wake up before dinner. C’mon, man. I’m hungry.” “All right.” Donna and Missy scooted forward on the floor of the van and pushed open both side doors. Exiting the van was easy for Donna, dressed in tie-dye T-shirt and jeans, but Missy was not so graceful in her long, flowing sundress. Rick pushed open his door and rolled out onto the sidewalk. slid out of the driver’s seat and took up guard position leaning against the doorway. His broad, six foot frame effectively blocked any view of the fruit stand from the guy behind the counter. Donna headed to the back of the store where she scrutinized some cartons of milk while Missy took up her post in front of the counter. She leaned forward, resting on her elbows and revealing a bit of cleavage through the top of her almost transparent gown. “Got any cigs?” she
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