Sounds good. Drive safe." He sighed, knowing I really meant, "Take care of my Mercedes.
Jennifer RardinOh my God, this can't be happening!" I cried. "What?" "Mopeds? Those are the wheels Pete gives us? I knew he was pissed off at me! It was all that time I spent in the hospital wasn't it? Or was it the wrecks? But I only tore up one car last time! And that wasn't my fault!
Jennifer RardinI am driving an unfamiliar vehicle down a narrow road I've never seen before. Do you really want to be pissing me off right now?
Jennifer RardinAll you can do is hang in there and hope you don't get motion sickness and puke all over the newspapers.
Jennifer RardinWhen I bite you, it'll be because I want to make your toes curl and your hair stand on end. And you won't need stitches afterward. You'll need crutches.
Jennifer RardinYou got a problem?" he drawled, obviously expecting me to pee my pants before falling to the ground and groveling like an unworthy subject of the Emperor. And that was all it took. A new, screw-you attitude took precedence, trampling my fear under its boots. A highly dangerous approach, I still found it much easier to bear. "Well it all goes back to my childhood...." I began.
Jennifer Rardin