I knew exactly what I wanted. I was horny and she needed to be punished. "Get on your knees." She looked at me, shocked at what I said. "You heard me....Get on your fucking knees, slut." Slowly, she got on her knees in front of me. She never broke eye contact. "What do you want me to do?" I gave her a little grin. "Do what you do best." That was all the direction she needed. She reached up and pulled down my skirt and panties at once, then spread my legs. "I've never done this before," she. . about us." Everything?" Bob's voice was high and astonished."Eventually. When she saw how distraught I was without you, she questioned me closely. She was very proud of you for leaving my virginity intact. She said such men are rare. Once she knew I loved you - which she was not happy about in the slightest - she told me I needed to come back here to make my life complete, or I'd end up resenting her for taking me away from you." I don't mean to be disrespectful, but that sounds silly to me.. "Everything but the motor," Jake replied, happy to talk cars. "You did it or someone from your shop." Harv looked puzzled for a moment, and then snapped his big fingers, the pop like a gunshot."I knew I recognized the name from somewhere. You're Mark Whitman's boy." Harv sipped his coffee. "So how's she run?" Like a sewing machine. Dad took your advice and we took it to Gomez's for the exhaust. What a sweet rumble. I swear I feel more alive when I'm driving that car." Harv grinned at Jake's. Maybe my mother didn’t tell me the story of Cinderella enough times as a child. I just never picked up that starry eyed romanticism of happily ever after and then fade to black. It actually sounds kind of boring to me. Oh I like romance. Flowers and music and being made to feel special. I just don’t have this overall view that romance is the beginning and the end of happiness or even love. Or for that matter sex. That’s right. I said sex. Just as my mother suspects, I’m giving it away for free..