‘NO!! It’s exactly what it looks like. Good-bye, Amy. I’m going to miss you. But don’t call, don’t email and don’t write me.’ Dad had ba...ked his car from the garage and was waiting for me, with mom and Kim in the backseat, in the street. They saw and heard the entire exchange. As we drove away dad asked. ‘Want to talk about it?’ Taking a deep breath before I answered him. ‘Not really, pop, not now.’ On the drive to the airport I was able to tell the three of them what I could about my upcoming. But they had all the equipment, not to mention the experience for me to consider them fit for joining my team of afterschool sluts.As I unlocked their door, I asked, “Have either of you two ever ride in a GTO before?”“No,” they both said, still giving me the fuck me look.“Hmm...” I said, looking at them like I was trying to choose between them.“What?” they both asked anxiously.“I can’t decide which of you two should sit up in front first.”Kim said suggestively, “Well, I like the backseat. “This is so exciting!”Voss frowned at her. “Is she always going to be like this?”I sighed. “Hey, Ashryn, are you always going to be like this?”“Be like what?”At that point, Katriana came over, scowling, and looked down at Voss. “Just a tip for your romantic endeavours, don’t ever call a girl ‘cupcake’ until you know her really, really well.”“Uh ... I take it flirting with the guard went well?” I ventured.“Yeah, apparently, one of the priests they resurrected said that a courier had dropped off. " urged Ed, grasping out to touch Carrie's ripely tan well exposed flesh, "what do you think of her?" Her? Who's her?" The dishes clanked together as he piled up the coffee cups."Mimi... the girl I just interviewed." Oh, great... !" An edge of jealousy didn't escape Ed's practiced instincts. "Carrie turned then. "You got the hots for her, don't you? I don't understand... she's not your type at all... so innocent." Oh yeah, maybe she's a little too country, but baby, those tits! Jesus, she's got.