I don’t WANT a hotrod. It’s a JEEP! For god’s sake. What am I going to do with it?”“I can get a standard 283 or 327 from a dealer for four t...mes the price. But this was all Sonny had ... and you know Sonny ... three prices.”We said it together.“Five bucks, fifty bucks, five hundred bucks,” we said. We both laughed. Sonny was famous. A single bolt cost five bucks and so did a tri power manifold with carbs. A Pinto motor was fifty, the Camaro 302 with transmission was Five hundred ... or the. Danielle was Miss Priss for sure. It was fading slowly into evening, and neither of us particularly wanted to leave the bedroom, so we stayed in and continued our play. There were two somewhat frustrating things, though. The first was that Danielle was on her period and did not feel comfortable going all the way. The second was that Danielle couldn't seem to take her hands off my breasts, and even through the camisole, they were starting to feel very sore. The first thing, she could do. After he stumbled against a second table, though, he stopped and straightened up. Shaking the cobwebs from his head, he took a deep breath. “You’re right. I can’t drive. I apologize.” Taking another deep breath, he said, “Actually, I’m not drunk, just not sober enough to drive.”“Should we call a cab?” asked Jill, slipping an arm around her husband’s waist.“Oh hell, stay at our place. You’ll never catch a cab at this time of night, not for a drive all the way to the other side of town,” answered. It was nice." Did Carol go with you?" No. Just Donna and me."Mom declared, "That's good. She shouldn't exercise every day starting from scratch. Don't let her overexert herself. She'd go out with you every day if you let her, so be a little careful please?" Okay, Mom."#3: I continued eating my breakfast. One of my rules of life is not to let little worries get in the way of my eating. The girls were taking longer to appear than normal, and Mom had already muttered, "What's keeping the girls.".