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Author’s Note

This book follows from Grampa's Junkyard Captive which covers Lulu's sister Sally-Anne's story, but can be read as a stand-alone.

My Sister Left to Grampa’s

Sally-Anne woke me in a panic.

“Help me out, Lulu, Pa’s making me go to Grampa’s to work at his junkyard and live there, too, and said I need to take dresses and tight tops. I got about two minutes. I need some of yours.”

My older sister, who’d always looked out for me, was leaving? What was going on? I jumped out of bed to help her out, stuffing clothes in her duffle bag. Sally-Anne was built like me, full all over, with big boobs, but she’d made the decision when she started filling out to cover up her figure with loose clothes. It didn’t prevent the bosses at each of her jobs from losing their minds over her body, and trying to have a feel for themselves. She’d just quit the last one yesterday when her boss got handsy.

I wore clothes that showed off my figure. Not because I wanted to. I hated how it made men look at me, and try to have a feel, like they did to my sister. I stayed home for the most part to avoid all that, but Pa insisted I wear clothes that didn’t hide what God gave me. I never told Sally-Anne that was why I dressed to show my charms. I knew she’d be mad on my behalf.

I would have liked to have more than a couple of minutes with her to find out what was going on, but she was whisked out the door as soon as she went downstairs. I ran out the front door to try to say goodbye, but the car was already leaving, so I sat on the front step, my heart pounding and heavy. Sally-Anne and I were close, and now I was left with Pa, my brother Luke, and Ma. And none of them stuck up for me like my sister did.

Ma came out, drying her hands on a dishtowel. She was built like us too, full and lush, but her heart wasn’t as full as her bosom.

“Don’t you cry for Sally-Anne. She’s…