What does your mother have in mind?" She doesn't know what she wants. She hopes that I can get some ideas for her. She doesn't want anything too fancy... but she does want a car she doesn't have to be afraid of being seen in when she goes to church." OK, kid, let's see what we have on the lot." I could tell that he was already jacking up the price for a naive first-time buyer.As we walked out into the lot, I innocently asked, "Where do all these cars come from?"His first thought was, "If you only. When he ran his hand through her hair, she knew shehad him. She was no longer thinking of defiance, about moral injusticeor revenge. Instead, she found herself thinking of the man beneath heras she straddled his lap, before guiding his growing member through thefront flap of his sweats.How could she fight against something this great? Nothing mattered moreright now than this man's happiness. A powerful sense of triumph surgingthrough her as she took him inside of her. She had successfully. They pulled into a driveway of one of the larger style homes and after her dad put his truck in park he turned to her."Here's the deal," he said sternly. "This is my boss, understand? You do everything he says. I don't wanna find out you refused to do a chore because you thought it was too hard or too dirty. I find out you tried to pull some of your shit to get out of work, I'm gonna be pissed. And I mean really pissed, girl, ya got it?"She nodded softly. She was biting her lower lip and. I pushed past him and stepped inside. Just then Amy came down the stairs frantically tying her robe and asked, ‘Dave, who was that at the door?’ Seeing me she rushed over and tried to hug me saying, ‘Rick, what are you doing home? How long can you stay?’ Fending off her embrace I answered her. ‘About fifteen minutes. I came home late Wednesday night for Thanksgiving. Didn’t you listen to your voicemails or read any of the text messages I sent?’ Looking at ‘Dave’ and then back at her I said. ‘I.