Inside the compartment was a hose. I knew what was going to happen now. a****ls don’t take showers,I thought,they get hosed down and the Sonofabitch...was going to hose me. The hose was on a spindle and all he had to do was pull. He turned on the valve first and a heavy spray of water shot out the knozzle end.It looked like an inch or inch and a half hose, which meant the pressure was going to be quite high. When it hit it almost knocked me over.It was ice cold and I let out a squeal. He paid no. Five minutes wasn’t enough time. Surely.I slowly pushed the door open, peeking inside to find Melissa facing away from me, busying herself with her hair. I removed my nightshirt and stepped into the walk-in shower. Mouth open, breathing stealthily. I felt so anxious. So scared. My lips wouldn’t stop quivering. She looked so beautiful.I took one step closer.Melissa moved her head to one side to wash out some soap from her ear.My mind was in turmoil. Do it – fucking do it.Another step closer and. We ended up having to keep track of who last sat in the front seat. Many fights ensued as to the memory of who last had the honor. Many times the 3 of us would end up in the back seat as mom had had enough of our fighting.I recall looking at the strange straps on the seats. We tested out these new 'seatbelts' to see what made them work. They were all lap belts at the time. They snapped together and you could adjust the length of the belt to make it fit on you.Not long after I remember having a. .Neal was a bass player, I learned, a stand-up bassist, a classical musician who did it with a bow.Oh! that man fucked me so nice. Never had him before, but I found ways to get together with him many times after.Judy: "I love it, I love to watch you fuck him, baby, that is so sexy..."My sister, in New York, had written me about her brief thing with Miles Davis and riding in his red Ferrari. That's what I thought about with Neal...all the Fords and Chevy's and pick-up trucks I'd been fucking,.