& so whereas he himself had gotten behind that being of the steering wheel of his van being of an automobile, or motorvehicle being of a particular, o...r specific make, & model that he himself had chosen from an car sale shop being that because he himself had gotten it though it had costed him a little more to the point to possibly compliment that being of the saying that you can't get blood out of a turnip as his purchase for that being of the same of the said in question, &/or being of likewise. Pete was 28 years old, 6’5? tall, and weighed over 300 pounds. He sported a heavy thickset build, not muscular, but incredibly powerful, with a large firm belly, enormous hands, and size 16 feet. His head was shaved bald, and his eyes had a vacant look that gave the giant a sort of a boyish and simple appearance. He was wearing a faded pair of coveralls, a white t-shirt underneath that was straining to contain the bulk of his chest and belly, and he was busy unwrapping the duct tape holding. It was gorgeous.“Sorry about being late. I haven’t had much chance to drive it around this summer and the battery was dead. I had to jump start it and let the battery charge up.”“No problem,” she said. “What kind of car is it?”“It is a 1935 Chevrolet Standard Phaeton.”“It’s beautiful.”“Thanks. Benny and I did a bit of work on it to restore it, but the fact is that most of the hard work was done by the guy who owned it before us. It was nowhere near as much work as the old truck.”“Your old. ” Emma waddled away, naked and sleepy, towards the kitchen as Brent went to the bathroom.After showering, Brent dressed in his clothes from the day before and met Emma out in the kitchen. Emma was still completely nude and was eating some mixed fruit in a bowl. Across from her for Brent, she had set up a plate with a bagel with cream cheese, a pear, and some sausage links. The kitchen was filled with the delicious smell coming from the cup of coffee in front of it.She looked up from her bowl as.