In front of the house, Rebecca dismounted discretely, and looking up at Jack, she said quietly, “I’ve enjoyed talking to you. Would you ride with ...e tomorrow?”“Defying convention?” Jack said, wondering how she’d take that impertinence.But Rebecca simply shrugged, “I’m in charge of myself.”Relieved, Jack told her, “It will depend on what Alf wants.”“Persuade him,” she hissed, before hurrying to the front door.His head in a whirl with the prospect of her request, Jack trotted Rascal while leading. It is heavy and underpowered. That can take a hard hit and probably barely have any damage. I wanted something she could use to drive to school, the store, and over to friends’ houses. It is functional but not the most fun to drive. By the time she returns from dropping off those boys, Laura won’t be all that interested in showing it off to her other friends. While it does have power steering, it is hard to tell when trying to pull in and out of a parking space. Laura beat cancer, and now you. "Butt fucking is messy work," he announced.I eyed him and chuckled, "That's why I didn't take up boys." Manny looked a little nervous and chuckled, too."What's on the schedule?" he asked."Nothing," I replied. "Breakfast. Fuck until I can't fuck any more. Watch TV. Sleep. Maybe drink some more milk fresh from the teat." I owe you, Man. This must've cost a mint!" Manny exclaimed."It wasn't cheap, but it wasn't as much as you might think," I told him. "There might be complications, later, but thus. "It depends on how useful your information is, and how cooperative you are." Are you going to let me go?"He rolled his head back and forth, "Maybe."It didn't sound very convincing. "One of your men raped me, and tried to kill me. You have got to make this deal pretty compelling," I said with a sneer."Oh! They're not my men. I work for..." he trailed off into a long pause, thinking over the proper word, "a third party," he concluded. Putting his hands down he leaned back, "Besides, you killed.