.. it's on blocks." Wheels and tires," she said as I could hear her writing. "Next?" The radio, tape player and speakers are torn out ... not unbolted...... ripped out of the dash." Big jagged holes in the dash," writing it down as she said it."The bucket seats were torn out, seat mounts and deck ... big holes." What else?" The grill, headlights, all four corner lights, the wood from the box floor, the spare..." Stop ... stop ... it's totaled. Find a dealer and call me."I walked out and noticed. In fact, it was clear to Mike that those two conspired together every hour of the day with respect to boys and sex and their quest for knowledge.He walked up to the back door and entered the kitchen. Lauren was sitting on her favorite stool facing the back door, with her arms around Nikki, who also faced him and had managed to find a little bit of the stool to sit on as well. They were simply cuddling and talking quietly, although Lauren’s arms around Nikki’s waist caused her T-Shirt to ride. "Are you Rich's nephew?" she says flatly, with very little change to her steady glare in your direction. Her face returns to a statue-like stare as she waits for your response.You're taken aback momentarily by her stone-cold attitude towards you and are confused slightly by her referring to your uncle so casually and with a nickname you've never heard before as any and all talk of your uncle was always like he is a distant stranger. Never endearingly and never as anything but "Richard."You. .." You naughty boy! What are you doing even looking?" Chloe asked as she pulled her robe shut again."I didn't mean to," Mark lied. He heard his mother take a step to stand behind his chair, and he braced himself for further scolding. He was surprised when she pulled his chair, with him in it, back from the table."What have we here?" His mother asked, spotting his erection raging in his sweats."I don't know what to say Mom!" Mark sputtered in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry!"Mark wasn't sure what.