I startedranting and raving about my wife’s boss and co-workersraping her. The police asked my wife for a statementbut she said no. I was furiou..., I said, “You have to tell them you wereraped.”Beth hung her head, “I-I never said I was raped.”The cop smirked then gave me a lecture about makingfalse reports. He and his partner laughed their assesoff once they got out of the house. “I guess he can’tkeep his bitch in line.” I heard one of them say. As I watched them from behind the door, a strange heat burned through my body. I felt a persistent pulsing between my legs. It scared me. I ran to my room and stayed there.Later, my father, my handsome, understanding father, knocked on the door and asked if I was OK. I said I was but he could tell by my voice that something was wrong. "Are you sick, honey?" he asked as he entered the room. "Lupe says you haven't been downstairs all afternoon." Something is wrong with me, Daddy," I sighed. "I. I could see desire in them. She was not in any hurry, so, I gave her a lounge chair that I was about to place on my backyard deck. She asked if she could see the back yard so, we walked around back kind of slowly as she was examining the small flower garden I had just planted. "Lovely" she said. "Thank You" I replied with a hint of sexy desire in my voice. I watched her closely as she stretched out on the lounge chair and settled her lovely ass on the cushion. What beautiful curves emerged. It took us almost two years to rebuild. We used my pole barn shop to work on the car.A year after he got his car, I got my 1964 Tempest. Now we had two cars to work on. His is almost done, but mine sure needed a lot of help. We stripped the body right off the frame. The frame is in really decent shape, but the frame did need a little repair work and some welding. We put in new lines for the brakes and a new gas line. Also new wiring harness, for the both front and back lights. I painted the.