They may have had real titles, but it wasn’t long before the students came up with their own: Death on the Highway, Highway of Blood, Joyride to Hel..., and other such gruesome titles. During the second half of the semester long course, they would drive a real car for the practice part of the class. They would put three students in the car and take them out for forty-five minutes of driving around giving each student fifteen minutes of operating the car.Much to the instructor’s consternation,. " Ok. Would fifteen dollars seem to be a price that pretty much anyone that was there -- like Ana and me -- would be willing to pay?"Sherry cut in, "You bet. A standard DVD at Costco runs about twenty bucks after taxes. A specialized one like the one you're talking about at fifteen dollars would be a walk in the park -- you're talking selling like hotcakes. Anyone that was there would spring for that much to see Bob and Natalie dance and show the world what love truly can be. While I don't know. Jess and Catherine whispered something, too low for me to understand, and then I had the last noodle between my lips, swallowed it and hastily licked the floor around it clean. I was torn. I was finished with my task, so could stop now, but playing with my clit had me right on the edge, less than a minute more, and I’d come. And I needed to come. Then Catherine’s bare feet stepped closer until they were right in front of my face. For a moment I thought about pulling away, but then I noticed a. The man virtually radiated warmth.There was an awkward moment of silence. The man extended his hand in order to shake Barbi's."My name is Robbie." he mentioned, almost as an aside. He had no trace of an accent which could be placed."Oh . . . I'm sorry," replied Barbi, red faced at her lack of manners. "I'm Barbi. Barbi Eliot."Barbi extended her left hand, taking his."That's Mrs. Eliot I see," noted Robbie pointedly, glancing down at her hand.Barbi withdrew her hand ackwardly. "Uh . . ..