"Now then. Just what are you trying to accomplish, driving around in a vehicle sure to draw attention to yourself? I swear, you need a keeper! It's a ...good thing I have decided on me being that keeper," she said a bit snappishly.I explained my idea of procuring very good vintage automobiles, and turning a profit selling them. I was going to "recover" them, recondition, and then sell them. Maybe collect a few for myself along the way, too."I see. And how are you going to explain the fantastic. Me: oh, alright.Priyanka: you didn’t tell me your name, yet.Me: sorry, my name is Vishal.Priyanka: Vishal, you didn’t come to exercise yesterday.Vishal: I was stuck with something bad.Priyanka: seems like you are not alright, you have an allergy on your neck(with a naughty way, as she was addressing the love bite on my neck)Vishal: (I was stuck, yet managed to come out with a lame excuse) yeah Priyanka, it was bad.Priyanka: anyways, gotta go.We meet the day afterward, for a week and I came to. I also messed with her mind mornings by asking her if she was alright as she'd been shouting in her sleep and making pain noises.She asked me what she was saying in her sleep and I said off hand that I couldn't make out the words. Several days passed where I could masturbate to my hearts delight without her "raiding "me.But I became complacent, came home from school to an apparently empty house, went up to my room and was having a lovely lush wank, when she walked in. The sheer surprise of it. "Well, it's done now." I guess so," Carol-Anne said, her voice flat. In truth, she understood a bit more than her father supposed. She remembered how the awful music had carried her away. It wasn't hard to imagine an older time, when people would seek out a place to let that music and those feelings grow. For a second she could almost accept it, and want it for herself...but the feeling passed. "There are laws,” her father said. “Things we have no say in." She detected a pleading tone in his.