" Just Alan," I said."Alan. Okay. Look, if I was you, I'd get another mechanic to look 'er over." Yeah," Brad said to me. "Do you know one?" No, I don...t," I admitted, but I was also thinking that this thing was priced well below market, too. "So what's YOUR recommendation?"Charley said, "I already told you. If I was a little more liquid right now, we wouldn't be having this con-versation."I looked at Tina. She was doing that smile thing again. I looked at Charley, then Brad. Gears were turning. She just happens to be a doctor." Oh. Like me and Mandy? She's a girl and my friend (or she was), but notmy girlfriend?" Hmm, something like that," she said smiling. "Anyway, you're going tohave to get out of that and into something decent if you're going tocome with me." But you took my clothes yesterday. Will they be dry?" No Paul, I took your friends clothes. These are yours."She handed me a carrier and I looked inside. There was a lot of stuffand immediately my eyes filled."I don't know. Tracy and I have been going out for a month now and the sex has been great. Tracy comes from a split home. Dad is a good ol'boy and Mom is nice country lady married to an asshole. Going to see her parents brings on a lot of stress for Tracy. The ride up is about two hours. Thirty minutes into the wide Tracy unzips her jeans and begins to masturbate while driving. For the next hour while she is driving she has 4-5 orgasms. Needless to say her stress is lower but my cock is raging. We get top her. Her voice held a strange gravity that seemed to signal this was an Important Question.“Depends on the weather.” He said after trying to figure out what she was up to and failing. “I like lagers in the summer, and ale or stout the rest of the time.” He wouldn’t have called himself a beer snob. He stopped drinking watered down piss in college, but beyond experimenting with what he found at his grocery store, he’d never bothered to look any deeper.“Ok. You pass.” She said with a nod. “What are you.