You go sit in our car while we change tires for you. You do have a spare, don?t you.??Yes,? the Wizard said. ?It?s in a wrack on the back right door...of the van.? He did a quick scan of both boys? minds. Normally, Charlie and Wes would have driven past, laughing at his problem. They were the sort who were sometimes actually _improved_ by alcohol and other drugs. If they fixed his car ? and they did know how to change a tire ? he would see if he could do something to keep them that way.Wes. ‘Nothing, just watching Chris play Halo. I didn’t want to play, it’s nice just hanging out. You can come sit with me, if you want, I mean, there is enough room.’ So I went over and sat with him. Things seemed a little awkward between us, which I found weird. We weren’t usually like that. Then my brother started talking about the crazy things we use to do and before I knew it, we were all laughing and playing around. I started playing music on my little MP3 player that had an open speaker on it. I put the radio on and chose a mellow mood station.Ginnys English was good, but not perfect.We kissed again and I started to undress her, I took of her shirt and blouse, she had small tits, but her nipples gave away her excitement. I put my hand down her jeans and felt a hairy pussy, my hears skipped a beat. I love hairy pussys. I sometimes wonder if the fashion of shaving or waxing was championed by some peedo fashionista, so that they could pretend that they were fucking a 9 year old.I lay. "We're not that opposite." "Oh, yeah? I dig jazz; you dig pop. I'm beat; you're square. No offense." ("No offense.") "I'm into Zen; you're into money-grubbing-" "Money-grubbing?!" Dobie said, ready to take offense. "You, like, do that manual labor jazz in your Dad's grocery." "I try not to work-" "Work!!?" "Maynard!" "But you do it. Like, that's a nasty habit. And why? Like, to have enough money for chicks." "I wouldn't have to, if Dad would give me more money." "That scrooge? That skin-flint?.