I had worked my butt off in high school to buy it from my parents at full value, although I always expected the price they quoted me wasnt really the ...rue Blue Book, only to hand it off to my grandma for seven years after hers broke down. Now, almost twenty years old, it was back in my hands and on its final miles. Just getting downtown from the suburbs where I lived caused her to sputter along the highway, but I tried to blame it on the cold and her stubborn personality. I knew nothing of. Although I’m not a repairing guy, but when such a beautiful lady is asking you for something, there’s never a no for an answer. I told her the solution, but she didn’t understand.Then she said something which filled my eyes with joy. She asked me for my number saying that she would call me if it doesn’t get fixed. I was on cloud number 9 but tried to behave normal, like there’s no big deal. I gave her my number and asked for hers. She said she would share it later. I couldn’t do anything more. Shelby and I spent the next five nights trying to destroy the hotel bed. When we weren’t fucking we were sleeping to regain enough energy to fuck again. Once in a while we ventured out for food, drink and sightseeing. By the time we got back to Asheville, she was bowlegged and I was too fucking tired to screw Lonnie.Seven weeks later my sister came to my studio. “I’m pregnant.”“Shit, New York?”She grinned, her eyes were twinkling, “Yeah, it happened in New York.”“Do you want me to go to a. It turned out they lived in the same part of town, close enough that Chelsea could break away on her bicycle for trysts, unknown to her parents. Ms. Corliss had suggested she refer to her visits as tutoring sessions, but the girl, mindful of the rumors, decided to keep that explanation in her back pocket. She preferred sneaking.Chelsea told herself she did it because it was an easier way to make grades than breaking her ass overtime studying and writing. And besides, the older woman was warm.