With Dad’s help he pulled off the tarpaulin, we discovered that the car was a Pontiac Trans Am, (the one that the bandit drives in the film smokey a...d the bandit). It was filthy, even having had the tarpaulin on it for the last few years, it also had a big dent in the front wing. Mr Clover told us the front wheel was also damaged and the car wouldn’t drive properly, even if we could get the engine to start.Mr Clover had been at first resistant about selling the car. But after a quick. ..let's go in here,” I squealed as we passed my favourite shop. “No Cara, you’re getting something respectable, you are not dressing like your usual goth self. To be honest, it looks a little slutty,” he scowled. “Dad! It's not goth, its Emo!” I stamped my 18 year old foot, as I acted like a spoiled child. “Fine... let's go in…” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “Hey Cara, looking good. What you in for today? And who is this hunk?” the shop owner greeted me. “This is my dad! We're looking. ”Becky’s eyes lit up and her posture softened as she took the whittled figurine. “It’s neat,” she said. “I’m a little too old for Shhhmurfs, though. Could you make me a horse?”“I could,” I said.“I can’t even watch the Smurfs at home,” she said. “Mom doesn’t like me watching TV. She just wants me to read math books and science books and books about gender theory.”“Sherry has some old Judy Blume books, if you’d like to borrow them,” I offered.Becky hopped with joy. “Really!? Thanks, Mishhhter. " Fuck you!" I gasped. "Are you out of your mind? You can't be serious! You can't just--Look," Ryan stepped toward me. "Is that right?" he said. Then they both grabbed me, one by each wrist, to which they tied separate ropes. They pulled me up off the floor after tossing the ropes tied to my wrists over a beam above. Then my ankles were secured to the ends of a wooden bar, leaving me suspended, dangling and spread-eagled before them in the middle of the room, my feet about 2 inches off the.