I don't know where I got it, and now that it's in my garage I don't know what to do with it.A teenage boy had just passed his driving test and inquire... of his father as to when they could discuss his use of the car.His father said he'd make a deal with his son: 'You bring your grades up from a C to a B average, study your Bible a little, and get your hair cut. Then we'll talk about the carThe boy thought about that for a moment, decided he'd settle for the offer, and they agreed on it.After. Matt walked in the front door and saw several tables full of locals as well as a couple of guys at the counter. He picked an empty seat and slid onto the stool.The waitress saw him sit down and walked down the counter carrying a pot of coffee and stopped directly in front of Matt. "Can I help you mister?" Yea, coffee — black. Two eggs over easy and two pieces of toast, please." Alright." She poured him a cup of coffee and left with his order.There was a newspaper on the counter next to Matt and. But yes, I want to.”“And sex the next week?”“Like he says, my ‘pathetic little cunt’ belongs to him now. He’d know.”“Okay, that’s another thing. Why do you take the crap language from him?”“Because it’s exciting. It’s the kind of person he is that he thinks of me as his whore.” She giggled a little, “He actually said that he thinks I might be ‘a little above average.’ ““Just out of curiosity, what would you do if I or any of our friends called you a bitch or a whore?”She glared at me straight. I sat and looked out the window at the darkening sky as Marie finished her dinner. I took a few drinks of my soda but didn’t touch the food on my plate. When we had my food in a take out box and had paid the check. We made our way back out to the car. We had been on the road about 15 minutes when I looked over at Marie again. She had her eyes on the road and a few minutes before had turned on the radio to a soft country station. Some man was singing about love and I just sighed. ‘What are Mr..