The sun is starting to rise, and I don’t want another awkward run-in with Meredith’s new fiancé, not with my panties in my purse and a sore, satisfied pussy. That’s when I see the open garage with three new editions. One Harley with a custom skull paint job, a Mustang painted matte black, and a Subaru with what seems to be holographic purple and green paint. The sons must be back from holiday.
