"One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure" (closed)

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"One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure"

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Cassie Taylor laughed as she watched the young man searching for his golf ball amongst the shrubs that separated the exclusive, private country club golf course from which he'd just come from the low-rent manufactured home park in which she lived.

"You're getting better," she said, beginning to move his way as she added quickly, "but you're still not very good, are you?"

Cassie had seen the young man on the course almost every Tuesday and Thursday since late May; it was now early August. One of his foursome was a regular and at least 20 years older, maybe more; she presumed it was his father or maybe even his grandfather. The other pair often changed or switched up; Cassie presumed they were business associates. They all had the look and smell of money, of course, as she would have expected for clientele of the exclusive Stanford Hills Country Club.

"It's over there," Cassie said, pointing toward a scraggly old rhododendron under which several old, almost-unrecognizable metal Tonka trucks had been rusting away probably since the '60s. She clarified, "I think it's in the dump bed of the dump truck with the missing wheel."

She continued to near him more, and when she was just barely out of reach of him, she shoved a hand out, saying, "I'm Cassie. I see you out here a lot. I did mean it when I said you were getting better. When I first saw you, my God...! You're slice was so big it was like the whole pizza. Get it...? Slice of pizza?"

Cassie smiled broadly, pleased with her little pun. She placed her fisted hands upon her hips akimbo; with her sweater off one shoulder and barely hanging onto the other, her firm, unbridled B-cup titties and their ever-hard nipples were on full display beneath the thin fabric of her tight fitting tank top.

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[Pre_Eminant]

This is what’s commonly known as trailer trash was his first thought, but hot trailer trash quickly followed it as he leaned on his club his eyes finally moving up to meet hers. Ignoring her hand as she held it out to be shaken. He turned his half smile into a full one “Thanks” he said in his clipped English accent as his eyes briefly glance over to the rhododendron bush she’d indicated before moving back to hers quickly.

“My Father's just become a member when we moved over here, so I’ve got plenty of time to practice” he continued without any attempt to move towards the search for his ball, his eyes sparkling with obvious attraction.

He’d been schooled at Stowe, one of the most prestigious private schools in England, followed up by 3 privileged years at Cambridge University before his Father had dragged him to the US for a year as he expanded overseas through acquisitions. Being privileged and English he was acutely aware of class distinctions, but the confidence and the not unnoticeable charms of this young American had him fascinated.

“You play here?” he asked a look of disbelief playing across his face, he was pretty sure he had her sized up as someone who couldn’t possibly be a member of Stanford Hills. But he was only beginning to understand the subtle differences of class between the UK and the US. Whilst breeding was foremost in English society, the US seemed to care more about money. He looked carefully at her again and suspected she had neither.

 

[Pre_Eminant]

His eyes sparkled mischievously as he looked down at her proffered hand, he couldn’t deny to himself that he was attracted to her, his eyes kept unconsciously descending to take in the clear points of her nipples protruding through the thin fabric of her tank top despite his best efforts to not do so. She’d reminded him a little of a council house girl (the UK equivalent to trailer trash) that he’d had a brief dalliance with in the latter years of school. That was until some of his peers discovered their secret trysts and he tossed her to the side and recounted tails of salacious and gratuitous fucking, pretending that he had used her physically for his own pleasure rather than the fact that he had genuinely liked her.

He felt the pang of guilt at the memory of ignoring countless messages from her and the feeling of shame he had for using his station in life as both a means to avoiding her and a justification for doing so.

These thoughts twirled in his mind as he looked as the girl stood opposite him, the realization dawning on him that these memories were initiated by the fact that he was attracted to her and didn’t want to move in pursuit of his ball. Whilst it was true that his peers were not in the US to apply the same pressure along with the fact that he hoped he had matured enough in the few years since then, not to succumb to such pressure. The fact of the matter was that his Father certainly would not approve of talking to the girl let alone lingering to know her more.

His father was the 12th Earl of Nottingham, his family could trace their family back to the first Earl in 1377 and he as his heir was already bestowed with a title and Tobias Finch-Hatton, The Viscount Maidstone and could never become involved with trailer trash. His father was already busy organizing meetings with young heiresses and titled progeny from other old and respected families, all of them in his experience boring and egocentric. More interested in what to wear for the next visit to Aspen, or whether he would invite them to his father’s house in Southampton Village for the Summer.

All these thoughts tumbled through him in the mere seconds it took him to make a decision, he finally extended his hand towards her “Hi, I’m Toby”.

 

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Cassie couldn't help but notice that the young man didn't take her offered hand. She knew who and what she was, and it certainly wasn't the first time a classy person -- male or female -- didn't want to shake her hand. But she left it extended out before her; she may have been trailer trash, but she was proud trailer trash, and if wasn't going to take it, Cassie wasn't going to simply lower it in defeat.

He spoke of his father, the club, practice times, and then asked, “You play here?”

"At The Hills...?" Cassie asked with a loud chuckle. With obvious sarcasm, she responded, "No, I let my membership lapse last year. Now I only play Augusta and Cypress Point."

Cassie might have expected the young man to wonder how she knew about famous golf courses at which she obviously hadn't played ... if it wasn't for the fact that his attention was not on her wit but was on her tits. She didn't mind, of course; women didn't show off their bodies because they didn't want men to look at them.

Finally, he reached his hand out, introducing himself, “Hi, I’m Toby.”

She took it with a firm shake -- friendly if not ladylike -- and smiled wider. "Nice to meet you. C'm'on..."

Without asking him, Cassie began walking backwards, dragging Toby along as she continued, "...I have cold beer in a cooler on the porch."

Whether Toby may or may not have joined her -- which Cassie doubted -- the young Brit never got the chance. His father called from beyond the like of trees separating the trailer park from the country club, asking him if he'd found his ball yet and -- if not -- to take a drop or something that sounded like that to Cassie.

She released his hand, donned a pouty expression, and quipped with a poorly feigned British accent, "The gov'na's calling ya, m'lord."

One day, when Cassie learned that Tobywas in fact a titled noble, she would find this moment ironically funny. Before he could respond, she stepped a bit closer -- not quite intimately close but definitely indicating a desire to be closer to him in the future -- and asked with a flirty tone, "Ya wanna come visit me ... sometime ... tomorrow maybe? There's gonna be a barbeque tomorrow night here in the park. You can't miss it. Just show up 'round sundown and follow the smoke and music and laughs. I'll, um..."

Cassie gave Toby a quick up and down survey, as he had done her so obviously earlier, bit her lower lip between her teeth playfully, then said with a flirty tone, "I'd love to show you off to my friends ... and ... I'll wear something nice for you."

 

[Pre_Eminant]

It was bit like an out of body experience for him, he was aware that she shook his hand as he extended his, but that was when the whole weird time suspended thing happened. Later looking back he reprimanded himself for even entertaining the thought of love at first sight, more like lust at first sight he thought to himself as he conjured up the mental picture of her pert little breasts with nipples that seemed to point at him, and then there were the short shorts that showed the sleek angles of her body and the suggestion of a mound that made him run his tongue over his top lip as the mental image became graphic.

But none the less, he was aware but not aware of her leading him backwards, he could clearly remember the rise and fall of her hips as she rocked from foot to foot in slow backward steps. Slowly drawing him towards the line of tree's that obscured the view of the course with it's pristine greens and fairways from the ramshackle line of dwellings beyond. He wasn't sure if he could've refused the invitation even if he had wanted to.

Even the initial shout from his father didn't fully register until she reacted to it by dropping his hand, which led to the slow dissolution of the surreal connection he'd experienced as it began to slip away, bringing him back to some semblance of reality. But then she stepped close, invading his space a little, closer than was needed, his nostrils flared and he detected the aroma of cheap soap. An aroma that came back to him as he thought about the invitation she'd proffered, his nostrils flaring again at the memory of the pleasant crisp aroma and he decided he liked it, he liked her.

The second impatient call from his father had broken the spell and he turned and scurried away, looking back as he went to see her watching him, those hands back to her hips as she watched him depart "I'll check my social diary" he called with a laugh as he disappeared from view. All he remembered about the rest of the round was that she was right he sucked at golf, his previous recent improvement in total reverse as became conscious that she'd been watching him for weeks. Instead of concentrating on his game he sliced every shot as he peered around to see if she was still watching, he 'pizza'd' every tee shot he thought to himself using Cassie's description of his play.

His father had wanted him to join him in the office in the afternoon, yet another acquisition on the cards and he'd wanted him to use his economics degree to help him go through the costings with a fine tooth comb. However, he'd managed to wriggle out if saying that he needed to check out some apartment lettings. His father agreed, seeing as they were both keen for their own space rather than sharing the house his father had rented a few miles from the Stanford Hills course.

But here he was now, lying on his bed with just a towel wrapped round his lower half after scrubbing himself clean in the shower and replaying the moment Cassie had stepped into his life. Of course he wouldn't go to the kegger or BBQ or whatever it was she had invited him too. Why on earth would he want to, but then again why was he wondering what to wear to a backwoods party.

He wasn't sure whether he made his mind up to go or whether he'd just decided to admit to himself he'd decided to go the moment she asked. But none the less the sun was just beginning to set as he jumped into his F-Type convertible jag in black jeans and a white linen shirt hoping he didn't look too out of place as he fired up the car and headed back towards Stanford hills and the small community he knew was just beyond.

As he hit the outlying homesteads he could see and hear what she meant about just following the music and smoke and he looked around for somewhere to park, suddenly acutely aware that even if his selection of clothing didn't mark him out as different his $75K car probably did. As he climbed out the car, his heart was racing 'what the fuck am I doing' he thought to himself as leaned against the side of the door as he closed it behind him, trying to decide whether to jump back in or head towards the music.

 

[PennySaver]

Cassie was a gambler at heart, and she would have given 15 to 1 odds that Toby wasn't going to show up at the barbeque. And yet here he came! Oh, she couldn't see Toby behind the wheel of the Jaguar yet, but she knew it had to be him; no one who lived in the park or would be coming to a BBQ here had a car like that!.

There were, of course, some incredible cars here in the park: a shiny, come and get me red Classic Camaros, Ford 4x4 lifted so tall it required a ladder to enter, a pimped out, low riding Caprice that could bounce its front end clean off the ground, and more. But all totaled, Cassie doubted that all the cars regularly parked in front of the park's 30 trailer houses were worth that in which Toby was arriving now.

She leaped off the front porch of her cousin's house, grasping her beer in one hand and the slightly younger and very pregnant Kimmy's hand in the other. She began dragging the waddling girl behind her, saying, "This is him, c'm'on, I'll introduce you."

It was a 70 yard walk from Kimmy's on the west side of the park to where the English Lord had parked at the far side of the east side. By the time the pair reached Toby, he and his car were surrounded by more than a dozen of Cassie's neighbors and their friends. Most of the males -- who outnumbered the females 3 to 1 -- were admiring the Brit's car; most of the females were admiring Toby himself. As she and Kimmy got close enough to hear what was being said, Cassie realized that they were about 60 seconds away from a fight breaking out; the conversation was turning ugly as one of the guys, Kip McDonald, concluded that his squeeze was being hit upon by the newcomer, even though it was actually Laura who was doing the hitting on Toby. Kip had already decided that the newcomer had to be taught a lesson for having done nothing more than attract the attention of the ever-horny and super-slutting bosomy redhead.

"Back off, Kip," Cassie snapped as she made her way through the crowd to step up between Toby and the taller, brawnier, stupider former All Star High School Linebacker-turned-pot grower. "He's with me."

There was some laughter and crude comments at Cassie's claim on the rich boy, but the only one she heard came from Kip's always moving and always annoying mouth. Looking over the head-shorter Cassie to Toby, Kip said, "Come down to the park to slum for an easy piece of trailer trash ass, huh? Well, you came to the right place, chum ... and you picked the right gi--"

That was all the farther Kip got; Cassie had seen this coming and had stepped back just far enough so that when she brought her foot up hard and swift, she would connect firmly with the big man's family jewels. Kip let out a loud moan of deep pain, clenched his knees together as his eyes widened to an impossible size, then toppled over to smash in a lump upon the gravel.

Those in the crowd who'd seen the blow moaned and groaned in sympathy ... then most of them began laughing. Kip was a man most of them tolerated because he grew the best marijuana in the County and he didn't change too much for it. But seeing the 240 pound former athlete taken down by a 120 pound girl was simply hilarious to most of them.

"Nothing to see here, nothing to see here ... everyone scat," Cassie hollered out as she turned in a full circle, waving them to leave. "First 12 back to the barbeque pit get a free beer on me!"

The crowd began to move off, most but not all toward the BBQ pit in the middle of the trailer park's open field that everyone called the Greenway, even though the grass out there was only green for the first couple of months of Spring and late Fall. Cassie looked to Kip, who was being soothed by Laura, who -- honestly -- had been one of the first to laugh when she saw Cassie take the man down.

"I may be trailer trash, Kip," she told the groaning, crying man, "but doncha be talking about whether I'm easy or not while the next man I might part my thighs for is standing right here."

She glanced back to Toby, smiled, winked, then looked back to Kip and said with humor, "I might actually want to make this one work for it before he gets an easy piece of trailer trash."

Kimmy laughed from nearby, then blushed. She was 8 months pregnant by a one night stand with a guy who was currently in Syria with the U.S. Army; she'd informed him of the pregnancy and had gotten a vague reply from the guy, but she still didn't know whether or not he was going to claim his parental rights and responsibilities. She was hardly the one to be laughing at jokes about sex.

"C'm'on," Cassie said, grasping Toby's hand tightly. "Let's get a beer."

With Kimmy following along side, Cassie began leading the wanna-be golfer away from the lot and into the Greenway. It wasn't much of a park as parks go: some scattered trees, uncut lawn with plenty of tall weeds, a playground of mostly broken and rusted equipment, and a covered barbeque area with a long table that was made of a single piece of log, 30 foot long, 4 foot wide, and 5 inches thick, surrounded by lawn chairs and stools seeing how the original seats had long ago been destroyed by vandalism and Mother Nature.

"You look nice, Toby," Cassie said, looking the young man up and down, still holding his hand. "Thanks for coming."

Cassie had dressed in what she'd called something nice just as she'd told Toby she would. Even though her bosom was far more hidden than it had been in the tight, thin shirt of two days ago, the lower curvature of her tight, firm ass was literally hanging out of the back of her Daisy Duke style jean shorts, and the tall, platform heels -- in which she walked with the skill and ease of a Hollywood Strip street walker -- made her legs look far more longer than the 5 inches that they added to her height.

 

[Pre_Eminant]

He really was starting to worry about the direction this situation was heading, things were getting heated and he was feeling trapped, his back to the car and surrounded by a seemingly ever-growing number of onlookers. It had started harmlessly enough; in fact, he had quite enjoyed the attention of the stacked redhead admiring his car and he was confident in the fact that she was admiring him too. As she was joined by others both male and female, she was the one who stepped closer at the head of the growing crowd, giving him a generous view of the curve of her breasts almost overflowing the low cut and tight tube of material that barely contained them.

Things started to turn decidedly ugly when a big brute of a youth pushed through the throng and grabbed hold of the redhead proprietorially and opened with “Who the fuck are you?”. Toby couldn’t step back any further trapped as he was between his car and the ugly sneer on the guys face, his mind raced trying to find a conciliatory response even though he suspected no possible response would placate someone seemingly intent on causing conflict. He painted what he hoped was a friendly grin on his face and stuck his hand out about to introduce himself when the guy pushed things up a notch “You picked the wrong lady to fuck with” inclining his head towards the curvy redhead as his hand slid to paw at the tight curve of her ass cheek “this one’s mine”. The guy pulled himself up to his full height, tensing his muscles, before continuing “And I’m gonna teach you not to come down here thinking you’ll find some easy meat with your flash car and pretty boy face”, he sneered as his hand left the crude grope of the redheads ass “it’ll not be so pretty when I’ve finished with ya” he drawled as he raised both hands menacingly.

Toby was about to raise his own fists as he concluded that he had no choice to either take a beating or at least try to defend himself. He set his back leg firmly, he’d been a champion boxer at Cambridge and knew he had a chance against a brawler as long as none of the other angry looking male faces dotted around didn’t pitch in. But just as conflict seemed unavoidable and seemingly out of nowhere the little blonde form of Cassie appeared through the crowd and stood between him and the angry man mountain. The altercation that ensued between Cassie and the guy did nothing more other than to deepen his fascination with her. The confidence that she confronted the guy with easily twice her size and weight, shutting him up with a swift foot between his meaty thighs, he even felt his own eyes water at the sound of the connection, yet he detected she had played the scene exactly as it needed to be as the crowd laughed and started to break up as she directed.

The next thing he knew she’d slipped her hand into his and he automatically entwined his fingers with hers as she drew him towards the BBQ pit and closer to the sound of music and the smell of grilled meat. He rapidly replayed the moment s since her arrival over in his mind, the comment from Kip that he’d picked the right, easy piece of trash and the response from Cassie that he was the next one she’d be opening her thighs for and he bristled with indignation. He planted his foot to the ground and pulled her to face him using the hand that still held hers “Let’s get one thing straight” he snapped tersely in his archetypal English accent “I’m not here to get an easy piece of ass”, his eyes flickered about searching her face wanting to say more, wanting to say that he liked her and wanted to get to know her more. But he just relaxed his face and smiled before continuing “I thought you might be able to help me with my swing” he chuckled and relaxed his body moving again towards the fire pit.

They stopped to pick out bottles of cold beer from a big tub of rapidly melting ice and he dropped her hand as he took a long draw on the bottle, his eyes flicking around the scene trying to work out his next move. From behind them he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see the curvy redhead had left her beau and joined them, taking the bottle from his hand and placing her bright red lips to the neck suggestively as she took a sip. “Hi, I’m Laura” she smiled staring into his eyes and bending slightly at the waist to replay the previous generous view of her generous cleavage. “Sorry, about Kip” she continued “He wishes I was his, but I’m very much available” she giggled.

“Nice to meet you Laura” he replied reaching for another bottle from the tub, leaving her with his original “I’m Toby”.

“Ooooh an English accent, I looooove an English accent” she trilled, transferring her look to Cassie “Where did your skinny little ass find an English guy” as she spoke she emphasised the word skinny and rolled her own hips accentuating her own curves and dipped to allow another tantalising view of the acreage of her breasts.

Despite himself Toby licked his lips before replying “Cassie’s been admiring my golf”.

Laura laughed “I bet that’s not all she’s been admiring” as she spoke, she moved to put herself between Toby and Cassie running her eyes hungrily down his body “I can help with the grip on your shaft” she giggled.

Toby laughed nervously, wondering if there was something in the water here that seemed to breed confident and alpha women. He was used to being the confident alpha male amongst fawning females. Whilst the days of debutante balls and coming out into society were long gone, there was still an inherent tradition amongst those aristocratic families in England that insinuated gender stereotypes. It was one of the things he liked about the US, that he was as free to ask any girl for a drink as she was him. He dated a couple of girls since his arrival, nothing heavy or serious and his father was still keen for him to marry ‘well’ but he was always drawn to a girl who knew what she wanted as an equal rather than a sycophant who was more interested in his bank account and title.

He stepped to the side slightly and looked to Cassie, not quite sure what the etiquette was in this situation “So where do we get a burger from?” He asked hoping to diffuse a second potentially awkward situation.

 

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“Let’s get one thing straight,” Toby snapped at Cassie after they'd departed the parking area and covered half the distance to the real party area. “I’m not here to get an easy piece of ass.”

Cassie smirked a bit as she wondered whether she should be happy or disappointed in the handsome man's declaration.

“I thought you might be able to help me with my swing,” he chuckled before once again heading them toward the picnic area.

"Well I have good news for you, then," Cassie said, mirroring Toby's humor. "Late at night, after the course is closed and the night watch has made his last round, me and some of the trash go out and use the 14th and 16th holes which have their greens closest to the trailer park for our own form of putt putt ... and sometimes we gather the range balls that accumulate in the woods surrounding the range to practice driving. You probably wouldn't believe it, but I'm actually a pretty good golfer."

As she walked beside him, their fingers still interlaced, Cassie gave Toby a shoulder nudge, playfully knocking him just a bit off balance for a moment as she added, "I'm probably better than you, pizza boy."

They stopped to get beers, and Cassie introduced Toby to a dozen or so of her friends, neighbors, and family. She particularly wanted to introduce the Brit to Kimmy, who had a fascination with Australia and would probably never get any closer to it than meeting a descendant of the Empire that was credited for the European beginning of the land down under.

Kimmy fawned over Toby for a moment before the curvy redhead from the center of the earlier incident arrived and took over the flirting. “Hi, I’m Laura.”

Cassie just sat there on the edge of a picnic table onto which she'd leaped, watching the exchanged. Laura looked to her and asked, “Where did your skinny little ass find an English guy?”

"The same place where you left your virginity," Cassie said, laughing before clarifying, "Over yonder under the elm, with your brother."

Laura sneered and flashed her middle finger as Toby -- who was eyeing the redhead's impressive cleavage as he had Cassie's hardened nipples two days ago -- gave his own answer, “Cassie’s been admiring my golf.”

“I bet that’s not all she’s been admiring,” Laura told Toby, handling the man's body as she added hungrily, “I can help with the grip on your shaft.”

Cassie's lips were wide with a smile at the other young woman's flirtations. She just imagined what was going through the brain of the obviously nervous Toby as Laura ran a finger tip down his body all the way to his belt before running it back up and again.

Cassie decided it was time to intervene after Toby asked about getting some food. She hopped down, took his hand again, and turned him away from Laura, telling him simply, "C'm'on."

She led him to a large picnic table that was filled from end to end and side to side with food. It wasn't entirely what one might expect to see at a barbeque, with some main offerings, side dishes, crackers and cookies, snack items ... and piles and piles of fast food condiment packets. Most of the food was homemade, though there were some things like fish sticks, French fries, and others that had obviously come from a box of plastic bag.

"We do this every Friday to make sure that everyone in the park has something to eat over the weekend," Cassie began explaining about the strange nature of the picnic's offerings. She gestured toward people off an on as she explained, "Nearly everyone here in the park is on SNAP ... Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program ... they used to call'em Food Stamps back when my mother was on'em. It doesn't go far enough, so almost everyone gets food from other places, too ... the Christian Church down on Main ... the Food Bank in Rosedale a couple of miles from here ... the Islamic Center of Connorville, now, that was a strange one for me to visit the first time being from what most people consider a Christian nation, but ... wow, amazing food, and the nicest people, too."

They were interrupted by a trio of small children racing by, chasing one another with squirt guns; Toby got shot by each of them as they passed, leading Cassie to reach out and wipe droplets of water from his face before continuing. "Lots of times, people don't like what's in the food boxes, but then, beggars can't be choosers, right? So, every Friday, we get together -- mostly the girls but we got some males amongst us who can cook, too -- and we sit down with our lists of what we have left over in our kitchens and we mix and match to make some tasty dishes, and..."

Cassie swept her hand over the table like one of those The Price Is Right models and said, "Voila ... a table fit for a King ... or Queen ... or maybe just a pauper like myself. I made this one here..."

She pointed to a casserole dish that was topped with singed baby marshmallows, explaining, "Brussel sprouts were never my favorite, but it'll get eaten up, guaranteed. Momma didn't teach me much before she split all those years ago, but she did teach me to cook."

The kids with the squirt guns were about to make another pass but Cassie was ready for them; she snatched up a can of soda pop, shook it fiercely, popped the top, and soaked all three of them just as they were taking aim on and beginning to stream their newly loaded water ammunition at Toby. The trio screamed in delight and surprise and ran off.

"As the night goes on," Cassie returned to her explanation after seeing the coast was clear, pointing to the accumulation of paper plates, bowls, and Rubbermaid containers, "those people who know they won't make it through the weekend without sending their kids to bed hungry will load up on how ever much they need to get through. Some of us, like me, don't have kids to feed ... so ... we bring more than we leave with. Others bring nothing more than empty Tupperware. It all works out in the end. Everyone does their part in which ever way they can."

Cassie grabbed a plastic plate from the stack she'd bought at the Dollar Store, three for a buck, and handed it to Toby. She smiled into the eyes of the man who -- with her on 5 inch heels -- was now only a few inches taller than her and said, "Start with the brussels sprouts, gov'na ... or I might be offended ... and you might not get any tonight."

She gave him a devilish smirk and laughed before patting Toby on the butt and turning to help one of the children scoop up some yams.

 

[Pre_Eminant]

Toby smiled happily as Cassie turned to busy herself helping the grubby little urchin who was attempting to scoop up handfuls of roasted yams dripping in a honey glaze. He took the opportunity to run his eyes over her as she bent at the waist to playfully scold the child for not using one of the piles of scuffed old plastic plates sitting right next to what looked like an old dishpan full of yams.

As she bent forward to ruffle the child’s hair it gave him the perfect view of her tight butt in the short shorts that literally clung to the contours of her body, so short the curve at the bottom of each pert cheek were clearly visible beneath the non-existent legs of the shorts. High waisted they emphasised the tiny little waist of the girl, her slight and delicate looking body so in contrast from her inner strength and fortitude that this little powerhouse so obviously had in abundance. He’d only known her for a matter of hours, yet he felt the over powering desire to feel that little body against his. He chuckled to himself as he thought about what it meant that just moments a go a curvy and attractive redhead had virtually thrown herself at him, yet here he was only with eyes for a girl who’s sole indication she had any interest in him was a willingness to hold his hand.

“What ya laughing at”, he turned to look at Kimmy his faces flushing a little even though she couldn’t possibly have known his thoughts. “You like her don’t you” she continued indicating Cassie’s figure as she busied herself helping a growing army of small admirers around her.

He flushed deeper caught in the obvious attraction as his eyes followed her every movement around the food spread across the large table, filling plates, wiping mouths and runny noses. “She’s…” he stuttered a little trying to find the right word and for some reason ended up with one that really sounded lame “…interesting” he ended.

Kimmy threw her head back and laughed “I’ve heard my cus called a lot of things good and bad, but never just interesting” she smiled a wide friendly smile as she brought her eyes back to his “You interested in her then?” she asked slyly.

He felt himself colour again slightly “She certainly seems to be someone everyone knows around here”, he extended his arm in a wide arc as he looked around and away from the small island of their immediate vicinity, looking at the groups of adults with beers in garden chairs, cluster of youths laughing and joking and courting couples embraced and kissing passionately which caused him to glance back at Cassie and wonder how her lips tasted.

Kimmy obviously saw his eyes go back to Cassie and she laughed again. “She didn’t think you’d show up tonight.” She fell silent watching him, watching her for a moment before continuing “But I know she hoped you did”.

She’d transparently decided not to give too much away and Toby’s eyes flicked back from watching Carrie’s movements over to Kimmy, his head on one side, eyebrows raised as if to try and tease more information out of her. She just smiled back at him and eventually he caved, also unwilling to give too much of himself away, he changed the subject. “She’s really cares about these people” he said, indicating back to the spread of food and Carrie still bustling around making sure all the hungry kids were fed. “I’m up at Stamford Oaks” he continued, volunteering the fact that he lived in the exclusive gated community a few miles the other side of the golf course. The two communities split by only a few miles but by a gulf in terms of facilities and privilege. “There’s no community there” he continued sadly “I couldn’t even tell you my neighbours names”. It was true, the large self-contained suburban utopia was sparsely populated with gilded mansions all with competition size pools, the one his father had rented even had its own movie theatre, but all the incumbent’s kept themselves very much to themselves.

“We all do our best for each other, but Cassie does more than most” Kimmy picked up the thread, giving a little more away about the sort of girl her cousin was. “But it’s not all bake sales and cosy BBQ’s” she admitted “We do what we have to do to look after our own” she continued with a hint of darkness.

Toby looked back at Cassie, wondering what Kimmy meant, he liked her, not just the way she looked, but in the short time he’d spent with her, he liked her countenance, her attitude and the way she calmly and determinedly seemed to get what she wanted. It made him wonder what she wanted from him; he knew the contents of his wallet alone could probably put a spread on like the one on the table for the next few weekends straight. He was well used to the fairer sex having more interest in his gold cards and title than he himself and was guilty at times of using that to get what he wanted in return. His eyes flicked back to Cassie, watching as the little crop top she wore pulled up showing the flat expanse of her stomach as she teased a laughing child.

He was suddenly struck with the confusion of knowing he would gladly empty his wallet to spend just a little more time with this fascinating and beguiling creature, yet hoping that she would be interested in him more than what he could offer.