Kevin Roop stood behind the counter of his D.I.Y store and watched the two young women argue over which type of paint they intended to buy.
As they were his only two customers, Kevin was able to give them his undivided attention. In truth, he was glad that none of his usual clientele was around, bothering him with asinine questions about what size screws they needed and which type of hammer worked best on specific heads of nails.
Indeed, Kevin had a vested interest in these two women. He desperately wanted to shag both of them!
But the sad truth was that neither of them were willing to give him so much as the time of day, and if it were not for the fact that his was the only D.I.Y shop in Huntley, they would probably have shopped elsewhere.
Kevin was seventeen, and although, as a resul
