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I was twelve and selling ham tickets at our church festival. St. Cecilia in Oakley as a matter of fact. My dad was working the beer booth, as he always did, and still does. His beer booth was the money maker. That's why I headed over there. Drunks were always willing to buy stuff from a kid, hell, they were willing to buy stuff off of anyone. The festival is when all of Oakley's finest come together.
I made my sales pitch to one guy, and he bought a few tickets off of me. As I walked away, he turned to my dad and made a comment about me being hot and wanting to get into my pants. He was the same age as my dad. My dad turned around and told the guy I was his daughter...and twelve. I saw my mom during the next round of tickets, and she told me to go back over to my dad's booth because someone wanted to buy some more tickets. The same guy bought a shit load off of me to make up for the comment. Yup, drunks will buy anything from anyone, especially when they find out the nice piece of ass is actually twelve and her father is providing them their booze.
I made my sales pitch to one guy, and he bought a few tickets off of me. As I walked away, he turned to my dad and made a comment about me being hot and wanting to get into my pants. He was the same age as my dad. My dad turned around and told the guy I was his daughter...and twelve. I saw my mom during the next round of tickets, and she told me to go back over to my dad's booth because someone wanted to buy some more tickets. The same guy bought a shit load off of me to make up for the comment. Yup, drunks will buy anything from anyone, especially when they find out the nice piece of ass is actually twelve and her father is providing them their booze.