" Already he's joking with me. Bringing up old times is usually a good way tobreak the tension.?I would have liked for the drive home to have been lon...er, but instead it seemed like we werethere before I even knew it. Nothing's changed at all. The house is still the same ugly limegreen color, dad's old truck is still up on blocks in the driveway, and the lawns just asovergrown as when I left. It's as if the whole place had been frozen in time for all of theseyears. Things never change around. Thatmorning he went to a local flea market and picked up some type of ancientbottle that was encrusted with multicolored stones. He thought it wouldmake a nice vase to put flowers in and give the room a sense of beauty itnow lacked. It was a bit dirty from sitting on the vendor's table outsidefor hours, so Raymond got an old rag and started to rub some of the dirtoff. As he did the bottle began to shake and smoke started to pour out ofthe top. Soon the smoke began to solidify into the form of a. Through four kids, though Tara didn't drive it much, it had acquired a broad array of dents and bruises, and was getting pretty rusty by the time Danny had acquired sole rights to it. As a result, Danny had the clunkiest car on the football team.However, Gil wasn't insensitive to the fact that Danny, the last kid, was getting the short end of the stick, and so didn't say too much about the fact that Danny mostly drove the Appliance Center pickup around town, so long as the pickup was available. With his other hand, he encircled my waist and pressed himself to me. I gasped at the sudden contact, but he smiled and lowered his lips to my own. His kiss was warm and passionate, and I felt myself melt into him. Slowly, he ran his right hand along my neck and shoulder. He twirled my strawberry curls around his fingers, and then continued tracing down my back. I shivered with pleasure when his hands met at my waist. Just then, he removed his lips from mine and let them wander down my neck to.