’ ‘Kids around here aren’t allowed to call adults by their first names. You shouldn’t put her on the spot by telling her to- she knows she’d...get in trouble for it later.’ ‘Now it makes sense. She’s a really bright kid.’ ‘Yeah, she is. I think she’s read every book I and every other adult around here own. Answering her questions about things I haven’t read since college gets to be a real strain.’ ‘I noticed there’s some you didn’t answer.’ Was she flirting? Suggesting that she’d like me to ask. .” ---------------- It happened twenty-seven years ago... Or was it twenty-nine? Doesn't matter anyway. I was a young man back then. Believe it or not, this ugly face you're looking at once belonged to a handsome young man. I was thirty-five. I know that so precisely because my age and my looks mattered to me back then. Who I was or what I did for a living does not matter. I was just I, OK? I remember that Saturday night – rainy night. It all started right before midnight. I had just turned. That exterior design wasn’t critical for our testing, so we built a fiberglass body using a chicken wire frame that was aerodynamically very close to what the final design would be like. We had headlights, a windshield, windshield wipers, windows, and other features necessary to safely operate the prototype on the racetrack; that is all that really mattered to us at the time. Since we would only be operating the prototype on the racetrack, the lack of turn signals, brake lights, taillights, and. .... i had a pink fuzzy gown on and i seen her dad drunk lol he still looked sexy but i idea popped in my head a really naughty idea since he is badly drunk he wont remember like always i slowly opend my door and tryed to act sexy and slid on the door frame in a sexy pose and he looked at me and smiled the tryed to open his door then he streached and i walked up to him and hugged him for a long time, he was stupid and sexy drunk and he grabed my ass and i held him more he was sooo strong and.