Grandpa slid a tray under the motor and drained the oil, then had me remove the oil filter.He handed me a special tool that sliced the whole cover off...the filter. Once that job was done, he looked it over carefully for any metal filings that would indicate wear inside the engine. Detecting none, we added quart after quart of oil back into the engine, put the hood back on and set the car up on stands for the week ahead.“Oil’s clean, you didn’t put much wear on the tires and you didn’t wreck it.. Can you give me a ride to where ever you're going?"I thought about it for a while. "OK. Tell you what, Lonnie. I'm a grad student at UNC and I have an apartment off campus where you can hang out until you figure out what you need to do. Will that work for you?"She was so relieved that she grabbed my hand and kissed it. "Oh, thank you so much, Mark. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your help. I promise I won't be any more trouble."Over the last hour and a half of the drive, I heard the. She had built her photographic business up herself after leaving university, and had received much acclaim for her model portfolios from several of the larger fashion houses and glamour magazines. Even Vogue had run an article on her, depicting her tiny cottage industry struggling and winning against the major firms like a David and Goliath contest. Lauren listened in awe, convinced that she was not even going to have her photo taken when his aunt saw her, let alone model any clothes.They ate. Bastion quickly sat up and moved backward, yanking his cock out of my hand. "Who the hell are you, and tell me what you’re doing?" Bastion asked. "It's Rebecca, Mr. Roberts," Rebecca replied. Bastion turned on his bedside lamp and looked down at me, wearing nothing but my bra and panties. "What the hell do you think you're doing Rebecca?" Bastion Asked rather loudly. "Shhhh you'll wake up Courtney, and just look down, and you’ll know exactly what I'm doing," Rebecca said before leaning in and.