“Good luck, Mr. Elliott!”“Aw, shucks, y’all should call me Bill at this point!”They smiled and headed off for Richard Petty’s garage.“We...can just walk around?” Penny asked.“Yes,” I said. “But stay out of the way and don’t ask for autographs. Everyone is really friendly, so they’ll most likely talk with you if you just stop in their garage to watch.”“Cool! What car number is the one your friend works on?”“Number 7. Zerex Antifreeze is the sponsor.”They wandered off to check out the garage. She doesn’t think I should ask him for permission to take her places or keep her out past the curfew he set.”“Well, I happen to agree with you, and if she actually does give you real grief about that, make sure you mention it to Mrs. Sokolov.”“Elizaveta admitted earlier that if she went to any of the «бабушки» they’d side with me.”“No slip-ups, Subdeacon,” he said gently.“I understand. Did Mark and Alyssa leave?”“Yes. They have exams tomorrow. They said they’ll speak to you on Saturday to make. “We are going to try it without the harness first, to make sure you like it. You need to communicate to me. I will stop if you are uncomfortable. Okay?” You swallow hard and seem fixated be my new unit. I grab the lube and generously drizzle it over the toy. I run the head around your ass, as I did with my finger, its slightly soft so it presses in a little. You moan, I hesitate, waiting to see if you are going to beg for it, but then you are quiet. Not yet, I think, but you will. I push it in.. Dad leaned down, staring intently."Let me look at your eyes. Follow my finger!" he began waving a finger back and forth in front of my face like a fleshy metronome. I followed it obediently for several passes before finally sighing. "Come on Dad, Everything you know about medicine you learned from watching St. Elsewhere in college. You told me so yourself!" I sat up then, adjusting my shirt. "Help me up. Really, I feel fine." Fine," he said, giving me that patented parental stare that seemed to.