Chapter 33

Even if it ishim I think of when I get off. What Timothy doesn’t know…

Right?

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My father’s car is not a sex magnet, by any stretch of the imagination. It’s big and bulky, and I had forgotten just what an ugly shade of light green it was in certain light. This is nota cruiser. This is one of those sedans you drive with your eyes on the road so you don’t see the people laughing as you drive by. Joey’s Volvo is a sexier car. Hell, bicycles have hotter wheels.