“Call me Corrin, please?”
“Your first name.” I stepped into the car, where I had to nearly lay down to fit its low profile. She’d called him a charlatan. Amateur porn And how do you close this door?”
She entered her side and flipped a switch. My grandson says we might have an arrangement.”
“Your grandson is a cheeky brat.”
“He’s too grown to discipline.”
“Are you?” I asked him. “OOWW!!”
SWAT! It’s not as if I’d expected the two to jump in her backseat for a quickie. It’s my day off.”
“It’s your father’s house, Walter.”
As I expected. “Cheated?”
Mother handed her drying towel to me and left the room. Helen was waiting for me in the sales office. “No, I want the young guy.” Said a blond in a blue tube dress covering her, neck to ankles. “You can survive this, Corrin. It showed the price of one gray sedan with premium leather. We were silent until she parked in front of my home and I emerged. Corrin yelped and then she barked like a dog. Her third shriek could have broken champaign flutes. “I never expected to see a rental tag on one of those.” I nodded appreciatively. “I don’t have to, if you do exactly as you’re told.” I gave my best Stonewall Jackson face to my grandfather.
