’ George looked into the car and saw the scared pregnant woman sitting in the passenger seat. He opened the hood of the old truck. It didn’t look...good, steam just rolled out from under the hood. ‘You aren’t going anywhere in this old truck,’ George said as he turned away. ‘But Mister, please help…’ ‘I’ll be right back,’ said George. The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked. ” I hadn’t thought about it, but she was right, I would have enjoyed the walk in the spring air. “You want some water… a Coke… orange juice… or…” I remembered she wasn’t a teenager anymore, “a beer?” Abigail looked over as the offer resonated. Her face couldn’t hide a slightly impish grin. “A beer, if you don’t mind. I am old enough.” She reassured me. “It’s okay. I don’t card friends of Ben.” I took a bottle out, handed it to her and got another for me. Abigail twisted her bottle open and. .hey Erica it's Adam" Yea I know it's you what do you want?"I couldn't stop myself, I get so angry when I'm upset."Look I'm sorry 'bout not replying I had to think but can you please just come to the front and let me talk to you face to face?"I gasped. "Your out front??" Before he had a chance to reply I was hanging up, pulling on some tights and rushing to the door. I opened it to look up into the brown eyes of a dark haired, pale skinned, not to mention tall nineteen year old hottie."Are you. I was about to find out it was nothing I could have imagined. I showered and shaved and slipped on my new tight jeans that showed off my manhood very nicely or so my wife tells me, a casual shirt and was waiting for her to arrive believing that we would be going to a restaurant for a meal then on to a club. I knocked back a couple of drinks and watched some TV before she arrived, that was when I was to find my surprise. There was a knock on the door and I answered it and found to my surprise it.