Turns out it was because he had to pick up every single part he could find to take back to the dealership for analysis. I felt pretty bad about him ha...ing to walk all the way back to where it started dying looking for anything that seemed important. He was definitely mumbling something angrily about this car all the way back to the dealership. The truck's diesel engine covered up his grumbling so I couldn't hear any details. Katie was there watching us pull up and demanded, as only a lawyer. It was Friday afternoon, still very chilly, but because we lived near thenext time zone to the west and being mid-spring daylight would filterthrough the sky until early evening. And with spring had come the newgreen leaves on the brambles. If you saw Dad's car you'd have seen thescratches on his old rundown Pacer from the branches along the road. Itseemed his car was the only way he pruned the brambles. Mom often mumbledabout the junk house, the junk car and her miserable life.Even though we. We were dating for just over 6 month when we booked our first holiday together, thanks to Sonia, my friend working at a local travel agent I managed to book an apartment at an adult only resort in the Republic of Cape Verde. “Where adults come to play” were her words as she smiled and almost blushed when she told me some details under the counter. Besides a long weekend in the sun with drinks on the beach, it suited me perfect, I have this weird fetish for quickies that makes me so friggin hot. She paused, wanting to give him a bit more time to be mesmerized by her charms, and then continued on. “You’re almost in High School. When you get there your GPA counts to get into a good college. You’ll be competing against all the Asians and Indians, where all they do is study.”She could tell he wasn’t listening to her anymore, not the way his eyes were focused on her panty covered crotch. Time to play the bad cop now. She smirked to herself, and her right hand reached down and grabbed his.