And don't think for a second the vile creature didn't know what she was doing. She was a highly skilled orgasm ninja, trained to get me close to the e...ge and back to more calm waters in the blink of an eye. There were moments on which I was praying to whomever might hear that she would screw up and actually get me there, but that was merely a matter of wishful thinking. Tess never screws up (okay, maybe once, but that's another story entirely). When we got back home, Tess immediately got naked. I didn't want anything to interfere with my plan to make mad passionate love with her when we got home.We arrived at the party a little late. Some of the people were already a little drunk. The music filled the room. People were dancing, laughing and generally having a good time. I decided to try to fit in and hope that the evening would end sooner than later. As soon as we walked through the door, Jim Stevens came over and gave me a weak hand shake. I felt like I'd touched a snake. He glared. " Sounds good, now how are you going to get me your blueprints?" I asked again."Don't you have Gene's NASCAR specifications and prints? Or does he only lend them to you while you're working on them," he asked."Are they the same, yours and his?" Everyone in NASCAR uses the exact same frame for each model car built with the exact same materials. That's the rule, even the gauge of the sheet metal is specified," he paused a second "when do you think you'll have my first two?" How about tomorrow. He wanted his van to be away from prying eyes that might drive by. After he had parked he opened the side door and got his bag. He liked the work he had done inside of the van. The side windows had a covering over that he could see out but no one could see in. The seats were long gone, replaced with a thick mat on the floor. It provided a nice cushion for someone's back; someone else's back, not his. There were eyebolts along the each side and roof where ropes could be tied down. He especially.