Of course, it didnt start right away, it never did, but after bruising my palms on the stearing wheel, I tried again. This time, it started right up....Luckily, I didnt come across the path of any police cars on the way because I honestly dont remember ever so much as glancing down at the speedometer. The only thoughts I had durring that drive was what I was going to do with all that money: houses, cars, drugs, boats, top shelf booze, men… boys! I could finally make all my sweetest and darkest. "Got us a hired man that's causing trouble, won't leave and won't work. Been looking for somebody 'bout your size if y'got the time." Her smile would have convinced me to take on the Cyclops.I followed her down a side hill, leading my horse, watching her hips swing, and we introduced ourselves. She was Helen, Mrs. R--. originally from the hills of Virginia, whose absent husband had been in Gates' no-longer-existent army. She had no idea where he was or whether or not he still lived."He was a. “I really have to piss Sir” said Meg wriggling“You want the pot” said Mr Spencer“Yyyyyesssssss Sir” said Meg clenching her cuntal muscles desperately .A squirt if pee flew out and Mr Spencer reached for the potty just in time to hold it behind Meg as she gushed a huge stream of pee into the potty!“Thank you Sir” said Meg with relief , Another second and she would have peed in Mr Spencer’s face!Meg had pissed well and Mr Spencer thought it looked like the finest “Dom Perignon” as it sparkled in. Mom stopped by the office to square things away with the vice principal. I headed for my sixth period English class.I was supposed to keep quiet about getting my license during school but I couldn't help myself. I told Andy, Ed, Jeremy and Hal before practice. They all congratulated me. Greg caught wind of our conversation.He teased, "It's about time, Kyle. I was getting tired of driving you everywhere." I know I've been a pest sometimes," I answered. "Thanks for everything, Greg. You're a good.