I made it two whole blocks before I was out of sync with the traffic flow. Pulling up to the red light, in the lane closest to the kerb, I added some ...expletives to the earlier list, and then forced myself to relax. Driving on a wet road in a rage isn't very clever.Looking around, I noticed a woman standing at the lights, a newspaper completely failing to stop her being drenched by the vertical curtain of water. I couldn't really see her too well, but she obviously wasn't very comfortable.. " Well, you've just met him." It's yours? Really? What is it called?" she asked."It's a Bugatti, French. Would you like to take a spin?" Of course, I'd love to! I'm Alexandra but everyone calls me Alex. And you are?" Henry Decampere but call me Hank." Okay, Hank, take me away in your lovely chariot."I drove her around town for fifteen minutes, then asked, "Would you like to see what she can do on the highway?" I've got all day. Let's go," she answered with effusive enthusiasm.I didn't ask if. During the odd time I was having a ploatic type of thing with Ms.I. from the cleaning house crew very overly the top assertive gorgeous blck woman with curves that can spin any formula one racing car. Damn she has an as on her she can feed me for the rest of my life, and I be perfectly happy with that.While I was in this haze with her, Subby who just so happens to be a clean crew became somewhat of my friend. One night of many nights of me in a lets see what shade of red marathon ron I turn he. The first thing that I got pinned down was movement. I was thinking to myself, “Are we back on the road again?” Then my mind registered noise, but not road noise.What I heard was moaning, and not just any moaning but my mom moaning softly and with emphasis, as well as my dad sort of grunting contently. Instantly I was wide awake and my mind was on full alert. Was I dreaming or was I actually hearing my parents fucking? I listened intensely, and I could actually hear the squishing sounds of my.