I gave her directions to my little shop and she oh-so-carefully drove there. I had to insist she get on the freeway. She was afraid a rock or a bit of...gravel might hit that perfect paint job and put a ding in it. "Oh hell, if that happens, we'll just send it to Jiffy Paint for a touch up." She giggled and did as I asked. The only way you "touched up" a hand rubbed lacquer job like the one on the Packard was to try to match up the whole panel to the rest of the car. Even then it was almost. 'Oh really?' I said. 'I must look a total mess, soaked through, and exhausted?', 'I see you have a flat tyre, want some help, can I give you a hand?' I didn't catch what he said, not so much because of the face covering or the thunder and lightening but because I couldn't take my eyes off his hands, so large, so strong, so rough, a real man. Despite the face covering I could tell his beard was heavy but well groomed, I wasn't expecting that and was day dreaming whether he groomed as well. "Little fag boy lost?" the one asked in a Hispanic accent."Yea, yea! Lookin for ur' momma little diddy-pants?" another asked in avoice that sounded Caucasian with no accent."You two shut the fuck up. Let's just ice this little mother fuckerbefore someone finds us." This one sounded white as well, but with aghetto tone to it.Oliver quickly looked around thinking about his mom...he still lived withhis mother and sister since his father had a stroke and died years ago."Wait! Please don't kill me!. I reply dnt wory im sorry its my fault and surprisingly my auntys real cool bout it she sits on the side of the bed and says no its ok boys of ur age do things like this. I can see she is staring a the bulge my erect penisis causing under the bed covers. I just wanted the ground to swallow me up i was so embaressed that my aunty caught me masturbating. She then picked up my sisters knickers n says heh whos are these is there sumin one else in here thinkin i had a girl round. I try to speak but.