Chapter 287 Dad's Wish (2)

• I own a beat-up old Ford truck. Most people hate trucks; that night I found another reason to love mine. I held open the passenger door and helped Kelly climb into the passenger seat. The view of that tight ass encased in those jeans sent a surge south of the belt line like I had never felt before.
• Down boy, I screamed silently to myself as I rounded the truck and climbed in. The drive to Montalupo's was quiet; but when we started to both laugh at dad giving me the condom, things finally started to lighten up. I must admit, for someone who does not date, the next two and a half hours were some of the best I could ever recall.
• For the first time, I could open up to someone who actually cared, and she listened. I heard her talk about her school studies and basketball, listening to her frustrations and victories; and for once, I was actually interested.