Johnathan's prize posession was a 57 powder-blue Chevy convertable with tan-leather upholstery. It was a genuine pussy-magnet and this wholesome young lad was getting his fill but good. Tool down to the local Sonic and take your pick. Skinny baby-face white boy gets all the stuff he wants.
His mother, Illien was a terrible alcoholic. When he was a child they had to relocate after the entire neighborhood saw her passed out with her cunt in the air through the living room window. There were so many people you could have sold tickets. Foul-mouthed old biddy she was too, yelling at kids for picking her dandelions.
Johnathan had earned the car with is own money working hard at the local lumber yard as a stock boy for the past four years. He was a bit short in the end but put out for his boss, Mr. Blaine for the remaining $500. Still couldn't stand the old man's leer as he said, "Johnathan's my BEST stock boy" . Still, the Chevy got him pussy and that counts for a lot in rural Oklahoma.
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