I leaned in just before I shut the door and said, “You two behave yourselves in there.”Jenny piped up and told me, “You just drive and keep your... eyes on the road, Sweetie.”I laughed and shut the door. It was a little over an hour’s drive to Boston, and there was a lot of traffic. Jenny was telling Mr. Korenski how she had been looking forward to tonight and getting him on the dance floor again. I shut the privacy glass that separated me from the back seats and concentrated on my driving.I. Whenever a bunch of cute guys were at the railing looking at me (I knew it wasn't the car they were looking at) I would time it so I was sliding onto the seat of the car as the rotation of the turntable brought me in line with the guys. I let my skirt ride up so they could see the top of my nylons and my garter belt. Twice, when I saw a really nice hunk, I let it ride up enough that they got a glimpse of my thong.It broke the boredom of leaning on the car or standing next to it with a smile on. All the people in the village knew that dad was a very strict man through his way of parenting me. When I was little, I used to be afraid of dad but I also admired him for his masculinity and his strength.One sacred date for my parents and especially dad was every Sunday. We went to church to attend the mass and we never missed a mass in my youth. So we lead a pious life and even though we weren’t rich we were able to get by in our modest life in the village.A few months after my fifth birthday. "I'd like to castrate the son-of-a-bitch."She reached down to George's crotch, squeezed at the fleshy mass there. "I'm glad you're not castrated," she said with a half-giggle.He managed a grin. "You'll be gladder still tonight." Don't brag," she murmured, then she asked: "I wonder if this girl'll be willing to do what they want." Whether she's willing or not, she'll do it." George looked at Mabel. "They have ways you know that you oughta know that!" You mean the doctor--" He isn't a doctor any.