. has the key to this,” Missy said as she ran her hands across the shiny metal. “It looks pretty permanent.”“It’s all computer controlled,�... he answered. “But I can unlock it from my laptop when we get back.”“When we get back!?” Missy shouted. “That will be nine or ten hours from now!”“Think of it this way,” William said with a smile. “There is no way anyone is going to spank your ass with that in the way.”Missy started to say something in reply, but he cut her off with “Mount up, we need to get. We usually get along fine, except when she acts like my mom. I lost my mom in a boating accident, I was 6 years old back then-- that's what Julia kept telling me. My dad? Well, he was out of the picture even before I was born.My sister is not deficient at all in the looks department. She's a redhead with blue eyes (while I'm blond with brown eyes), just enough curves with a 36C boob size and a similarly sized butt, and well-toned arms and legs (while I'm a lanky, underweight guy).My alarm. Davyn had just about rebuilt the vehicle from the ground up, adding more stabilization to the chassis, changing the body design to make it look much sleeker (and reduce drag) and managing to add more usable space to the interior. The engine and power train had been ripped out and replaced with something that Davyn had created -- which, unsurprisingly, produced a hell of a lot more horsepower than the stock engine. As in, over 500 horses. Davyn went on to describe a dizzying array of additional. I walked back to my car and as I started to leave, he walked up to the passenger side of the car next to me and got in. I heard him say to his companions, "Did you see that! She's hot!" I smiled as I drove away.I stopped at my favorite beach bar and had a seat at the end of the bar. I ordered a drink and was taking my first sips when I noticed the three young men from the bank walking in. They took a table and after a few minutes, one of them pointed at me and leaned over to the guy that.