" She glared at David. "All I want you to do is work on it."He grinned, "I'll not stop trying. I promise you. '39 Fords?" He stood."1940 Ford, 1940 Me...cury." Ford didn't make a 1940 Mercury Sedan Delivery." He was all business now. Someone was trying to bullshit him.Wendy said, "Ford made two ... one Ford ... one Mercury. These two are the mythical Stainless Steel sedan deliveries Ford built on stainless steel frames. I have all the paperwork. I know the Merc is correct ... I have the original. Which by the way I find works out much better in the long run anyway. It's too much like work trying to remember what you've said otherwise. If I tell the truth I don't have to think about it."I've told you before the fact that you have a Talent doesn't bother me," he chided her gently. "That your Talent manifests itself as truth-telling is interesting but not particularly important. You already know pretty much everything I would potentially lie about anyway. Yes, I think you're gorgeous. Yes,. The first time I entered the room, I was surprised. It was a very large room with high ceilings, In the middle was a gigantic bed, with white satin sheets, built on a high base. I would find out why later. You pointed to the bed so I knew you wanted me to lie down across it. You walked round the other side, took my wrists and dragged me fully across the bed until my head tilted back off the edge. Taking my face in your hand, you forced my mouth open. With your other hand, you undid your pants. “I guess it does look kinda cool,” she said.I sat up facing my sister and we were about three or four feet apart on my bed.“Annie, can I ask you a question?” I asked nervously.“Of course you can!” she shrugged off.“Have you thought about it? I mean since the other day,” I almost stammered.“Well… of course I have,” she laughed.“Me too,” I said.“A lot?” asked Annie.“Yes. A lot. Or more than a lot,” I confessed. It was like steam escaping to admit it.“Like, what did you think?” she asked.“Oh fuck..