She pulled him into her room and shut the door. As it clicked shut, she began making out with him, running her fingers through is blond hair. Jack pu...hed her up against the wall and kissed down to her neck. She felt his hands work their way up to her breasts. She could feel his fingers as they crossed every inch of her body. They fondled her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. Lisa moaned and began to take off his shirt. It was thrown to the ground, and she embraced his warm body. We had more turkey, more ham (good thing that we’re not kosher, right?), more mashed potatoes, and more stuffing (though Kevin called it dressing, as did Jeanne, now that I recall). More green bean casserole (with those fine onions, you know what kind I mean), more cranberry sauce (both jellied and normal), and corn were the order of the day. There was also more sweet potato (not with “e,” Dan Quayle!) casserole, followed by pumpkin pie, topped with whipped cream. It was washed down with a wide. A yellow glow appeared over her nose, then split into two that moved up and back, creating the visor. From the top of the visor and around to the back of her head, the helmet formed. A final flurry of sparkles moved over her chest, leaving behind block letters that spelled out "Cheer". Then the sparkles lowered her to the ground and dissipated.Theresa clapped and squealed with glee. "Girl, that is kick ass!" Jennifer winked at her, took off running, and performed a round off back handspring. But my collection isn't quite complete.”“And what would that car be?” she said as she started looking over his car.“A 69 mustang.”Molly stopped and spun around. Her jaw dropped. “She not and never will be for sale.”“I didn't think it would be, after meeting you. Can’t blame a guy for trying now can you?”“Is that why you travel to all the race tracks? Trying to add to your collections?”“Yes that is part of it, but the rush, adrenalin you get from racing is the best part.”Molly agreed in silence.