”“Ya.”“That is what the solenoid does. It takes all the power from the battery and sends it to the starter, causing the lights to dim and so f...orth. Without it. the starter doesn’t get enough power and the engine doesn’t start.”“I don’t remember seeing one in Dad’s truck.”“His is a Chev. Their solenoid is built into the starter so you don’t see it.”“How bad is it?”“It’s a $20 part. Canadian Tire should have it in stock so it isn’t a problem.”“I’m guessing you are stuck here.”“Sure.”Truth is I. Alley’s parents allowed us to dance in the family room even though none of us boys could dance. However the girls really wanted to teach us how too. They decided to teach us ballroom dancing, which is basically just hugging and swaying to the music with very little foot movement. Alley put on a whole CD full of slow romantic music like Butterfly Kisses, Hawaiian Wedding Song, and Unchained Melody.Apparently the girls had gotten together and sort of arranged the evening. Stephanie pressed her. They told me I was like no other human on Earth. It’s a very strange thing to have to remember.“I think you have noticed I can volume ejaculate an awful lot. I have learned over time how better to control it so I don’t do it explosively like I was once required to do. But the tools I have for making women satisfied are hard wire inside me and I suppose never to change. They long tortured me in making those changes. They promised that I would never be harmed but it was gruesome to endure.“At. C. The interstate was jammed at rush hour -- I hadn’t counted on that -- and my shopping excursion was cancelled since I couldn’t get into the proper turnoff lane, so I headed for the motel and checked in. I had a quick meeting with my daughter (she had already had prior commitments for the evening --- another sign that the cosmos was aligning for my plan.) I left the hotel and drove to Missie B’s, to check the place out while in hated boi-clothes. I ordered a couple of O’Douls (recovering.