“Alright, well just wait here. I’ll go see what the noise was”, Brook said, grabbing a towel from the cabinet and wrapping it around her exposed...breasts.Brook walked from the bathroom, and then to the stairs, were she quietly crept down and cautiously looked in every direction for some sort of disturbance. Seeing nothing major, she decided to walk to the TV room. As she crossed the thresh-hold that led from the kitchen to the TV room, she gasped as she saw the sliding glass door had been. All of her life she had been told, by herself most of all, that she didn’t go after the things she wanted. Not hard enough, anyway. And here she was, looking unbelievable, being unbelievably forward, and this asshole shot her down with three words. Stef was not pleased. ‘Yes, I really did. Can’t you tell? Is this dress not tight enough? A man like you looks like he’d know how to tell when a woman is looking to get picked up.’ Shit. That is not something you say to strangers. Thank god she. At the very last second, I made a decision that surprised me. I decided to put Walter's needs ahead of my own. It was stupid, but that's what I did."All right Walter, you can borrow it. Try not to hurt it though okay? You can drive a manual transmission, right?" I drove Carl Becker's GTO, probably thirty times Barry. I know how to drive a four speed, another gear can't be much different, right?" Just be careful, and don't go speeding or getting into accidents. That truck is cherry, and there. Was he a good boy?” Janet asked as she scruffed his head. “He was amazing,” Ginger replied, thinking if only you knew how amazing. “I am going to the store in a few minutes to get stuff for dinner, do you like steak?” “Yes, I do like steak. What time should I come over?” They agreed at 7pm. At 6:45, Ginger was putting the finishing touches on her hair and makeup while admiring herself in the mirror. She had been lying in the sun again today, and her tan was looking good. Plus, Ginger could see.