Technically, since I'm seventeen, I am, too. But my parents raised me to respect other people and to care for animals who depend on us. I simply can't... fathom how kids can even think that scaring an animal like that or teasing a dog or throwing a cat—all things that I've heard and read about—are okay. What kind of parents do these little monsters have?Miss P: Brian, we all saw you ride to the rescue. Tell us first about the horse. Jingo?Me: Jingo is a love. He's an extraordinarily well-trained. “Daddy!” she moaned. I raised my eyebrows. “No,” she finally said.“I’ll call the doctor,” I said.“No, Daddy! I don’t want anybody to know!”“Sweetheart, believe me, if you’re pregnant, in a couple more months everybody’s going to be able to tell. This isn’t something you can keep secret.”She slumped. “I know. It’s just that...” She trailed off.I was surprised at the fact that I felt sorry for her ... kind of. I mean it takes two to tango. That led to the realization that she had ... tangoed. I. The Edsel is NOT the worst looking Ford.Sonny had come up with every General Motors rotary engine ever built ... and ... AND ... the entire production run of GM’s experimental six speed manual transmissions. He was supposed to scrap them but he accidentally mentioned he had possession to Davy. Both trans and engines have the standard Chevrolet V8 bell housing bolt patterns.Davy said buy them.I got the mess for six hundred.Davy took two of the two rotor experimental Vega engines and cobbled them. Luckily I still had hold of her cheeks bet her slip forced her cheeks wide and I ended up with my nose pushed right against her arsehole, I was surprised and tried to keep a grip and luckily she wasn’t heavy and if it wasn’t for the fact that my head was there she would surely have fallen back into the torrent. I tried to speak and as my mouth opened I felt this salty liquid enter my mouth, OMG what was that??Whatever it was tasted good and as she tried to find her footing slipped again which.