"What?" he said, sounding half concerned and half-defensive."I'm not a kid," I said, stepping inside. I didn't want to make a big deal of it though, s... I asked him what he was doing."Oh ... sorry. " He sighed. "I'm trying to get the bank statement balanced, and I'm having trouble finding some of the receipts, and I don't know where Kate puts things, and I don't really know what I'm doing in the accounting program. And when I get this done, Gary wants me to run a report on his investments. And. Hadn't she ever seen a couple of dogs getting it on before? Hell, surely even she was young once.He still couldn't believe the way that new fabric burned.Complaint number one.The second incident, he insisted, was no more his fault than the first. He had gotten into the camper with no problem (he might as well make use of his bio-brain), and the damsel was certainly in "distress". Then, just like a female, she turned shy at the last moment and he had to chase her. It wasn't his fault that he. He saw a glimpse of a pale, flesh colored material. That piquedhis interest. Could this be a sex toy of some sort? He walked up to thebox and picked it up. He walked out to the bedroom and put the box onthe bed. Just before he could look in, he remembered the front door wasstill open. He quickly went out and closed and locked it. Now feelingsecure, he walked back to the box. He reached in and grabbed some of theflesh like material. Pulling it out of the box, he found that there wasactually a. Leaving the door open had helped the smell factor considerably. The odor from the car was gone and the odor from the Davidson's' bodies was diminished. Dad pulled a mask over his mouth and nose after dipping it in mouthwash and went in, opened the car's door, and shifted the gear lever into "N." Outside, he took off the mask, "Whew! That helped but it was still bad." He exclaimed.I had hooked a lengthy chain to the back of the car and Dad began to gently pull the car out of the garage..