She went to a new stack of boxes and tried to move the top one. It wouldn’t budge. “Office” it said on the side. She was sure it was full of her...books. “How the hell do you fill a medium sized box with books?” she screamed. Try as she might, she couldn’t lift it, and it was too high to open and unpack in place. She’d need a ladder and she didn’t have one yet. “Fuck it! I quit!” she screamed and slapped the box, then she stomped into the kitchen and grabbed a beer, went to her new front porch. It was a 1972 Porsche Targa 911 that had been modified into a Slant Nose 930.Sam held the door for her as she got into the passenger seat. It had custom flared fenders all the way around with 16" wide back tires on centerline styled aluminum rims. She took off her glasses and replaced them with her mirrored wrap-around sunglasses. Sam reached up to the top of the windshield; pulled down both targa latches; folded up the top and, with Jenny's help, put it in the back.Sitting in the Porsche was. I fought that urge for a while, until... "Dammit!" "What is it, Jess?" "This heat's making me really horny. Like, y'ever been so horny, your legs start spazzing?" "Jess, gross! I don't wanna know about that!" "Well, look, could you just concentrate on the TV? I really need to play with myself right now." "You can't do that in your room?" "It's way too hot in there. Look, I just need to cum, then I'll be okay." "Never mind! Just do whatcha' gotta, and leave me out of it!" Though I. She'd always had the hots for me, and except for being a couple of years younger, could almost be Elaine's twin.The next thing I did after I woke up was to call my boss, and tell him that I had a problem and I needed help. He was a great guy, so he agreed to my plan. He would give me a letter on company letterhead that stated that we were going to miss a paycheck because the company was overextended and after paying a couple of fines couldn't make payroll. It was only a temporary thing though.