Right now we need to get rid of this fucking car; it stands out like dogs balls and even with the bullet I put in him I reckon that fucking shop owner... will be able to tell the cops what this car looks like," Stand said."I should have put one in his head!" he spat angrily."Fuck off Stan," Wassa whined, "its bad enough that we'll get done for armed robbery." Well then Wassa, why don't you get us the fuck off this main road and onto the back streets where we can relieve someone of their vehicle. When they got back to the house, Mack followed his mother inside, and Chelsea could feel his enrapt gaze on her shapely ass as she walked up to the door with an extra sway in her hips.Even though it wasn’t very late yet, Mack said he felt tired and wanted to go up to his room and lie down.“I guess I’ll do the same thing,” his mother said, a little suspiciously. Yet a vague idea was already forming in her mind.“Thanks for the movie night, Mom,” he said. “That was really nice.”“I thought so, too,. “Always,” I replied as I slid into the car and closed the door. My day was going to be something. The cab pulled up to the front of a large office building. I got out and went up to the front of the building and searched the directory for the office I needed. Finding it I proceeded to the fourth floor, room 410. "Mr. Kirkman here to see Mr. Hanuman," I told the receptionist. "Oh yes, he's expecting you. Please follow me," she said. The attractive young girl led me back to a conference room. “Proud Mary” by anybody, Mom suggested.“All Shook Up” by Elvis.“Happy” by Pharrell.“Tequila,” by, I don’t remember, Dad said.“Achy Breaky Heart” by Billy Ray C.“Born in the USA” by the Boss, Dad said finishing up.“His real name is Bruce Springsteen, Michael,” mom explained.Thanks, I can go from there. I appreciate your help.”“What was the other thing?” my pretty mother said.“What I brought up last night. I need more voices, but not too many. I counted in my head that I have at least six cousins.