SO saya and i just confessed our love to each other. I am her Turbo Lover 
i wonder if this means i don't have to introduce her to my uncle's cousin's son, dale earnhardt jr..........haha......... warren, where r u? she said you'd prolly spank me for flirting with her and such mmwahahaha.........so, later i'll post pics like i said, and you guys can check out my vibrator from the 1950s i found at the thrift store. it looks like a cake mixer, as i was telling Saya, and its seen up many housedresses, WEIRD. here's a bit from the new book. btw it'll be done in a couple of months so if anyone wants a copy, send a check in the mail. seriously. 
Tales Spewed Down Cancer Alley At 100 Miles per Hour
"The Fire Was Not The Enemy"
from part 1
From Chris's Journal
November 4th, 1977
I hate November. Octobers nice, the feeling of fall cooling leathery skin after a lone, intense summer, the trees changing; things feel alive but calm. November is like bright headlights to me, another year coming and this one drawing to a close, theres the stress of Christmas when we dont even go to church and so forth. Theres a girl, Theresa, Id hung out with a few times, she lives up the block from me. Her parents always decorate the porch with Christmas lights. In the daylight they hang from the shabby roof like icicles. Theresa had to go to a funeral a few weeks ago, some aunt she hardly knew died of food poisoning; really bad chicken salad or something. Theresa asked me to go with her. We sat in the back of her old mans Toyota and she kept looking at me expecting me to do something. Wed only hung out a few times before that, just in the park with not much to say. She wanted me to make out with her but I didnt feel like it was a good time. Her old man kept checking on us in his mirror. His eyes were tight and empty and the exact same color green as the word DIMES on a roll of coins. After the funeral awkward silence competed with the rickety air conditioning. Her dad pulled into a gas station announcing he was getting some beers. Once he was out of the car, Theresa gave me a dead on, arent you gonna kiss me? stare so I went for it. I knew she was no virgin, and I also knew she was moving to Ohio in a month to pull her skirt up and drop it over that state next. I really, honest to God, didnt see any point in getting to know her. I knew shed been around the block, dated this kid Davey and all his cousins. Davey was dumber than shit in a bucket. But what else to do in the backseat of a Toyota that smelled like roses that now rested on a tombstone than kiss soft lips, so I did. She was so anxious she pulled up her skirt and moved my hand along, wanting my fingers as close to her sex as possible.
I need someone, she kept saying, which put me off, cos she didnt say, I need you. Outside it started raining. I was afraid her dad was already on his way back. Hed see his daughters skinny arms around my neck and lose it. Her hand kept touching my cock, wanting it hard when it wasnt. Okay, fine, I kissed her harder. Shed just come from a funeral and I didnt want to reject her. Finally she felt my cold vibe and took it upon herself and pulled away.
Whats wrong with you? You queer? she asked. I just covered my face and laughed. I felt awful for laughing, but I couldnt help it. The front door opened and her father slipped in, not making a sound. He sat the 6 pack of beer in the passengers seat and rived up the car. I finally looked over at Theresa and answered her in a grumpy, gravelly, No. We were silent for the rest of the ride home. She stared stubbornly out of her window and I looked down at a pen I was fidgeting with, holding it between my legs and punching the cap in and out. I knew the clicking annoyed everyone in the car; thats why I kept doing it. Finally I was dropped off.
i wonder if this means i don't have to introduce her to my uncle's cousin's son, dale earnhardt jr..........haha......... warren, where r u? she said you'd prolly spank me for flirting with her and such mmwahahaha.........so, later i'll post pics like i said, and you guys can check out my vibrator from the 1950s i found at the thrift store. it looks like a cake mixer, as i was telling Saya, and its seen up many housedresses, WEIRD. here's a bit from the new book. btw it'll be done in a couple of months so if anyone wants a copy, send a check in the mail. seriously.
Tales Spewed Down Cancer Alley At 100 Miles per Hour
"The Fire Was Not The Enemy"
from part 1
From Chris's Journal
November 4th, 1977
I hate November. Octobers nice, the feeling of fall cooling leathery skin after a lone, intense summer, the trees changing; things feel alive but calm. November is like bright headlights to me, another year coming and this one drawing to a close, theres the stress of Christmas when we dont even go to church and so forth. Theres a girl, Theresa, Id hung out with a few times, she lives up the block from me. Her parents always decorate the porch with Christmas lights. In the daylight they hang from the shabby roof like icicles. Theresa had to go to a funeral a few weeks ago, some aunt she hardly knew died of food poisoning; really bad chicken salad or something. Theresa asked me to go with her. We sat in the back of her old mans Toyota and she kept looking at me expecting me to do something. Wed only hung out a few times before that, just in the park with not much to say. She wanted me to make out with her but I didnt feel like it was a good time. Her old man kept checking on us in his mirror. His eyes were tight and empty and the exact same color green as the word DIMES on a roll of coins. After the funeral awkward silence competed with the rickety air conditioning. Her dad pulled into a gas station announcing he was getting some beers. Once he was out of the car, Theresa gave me a dead on, arent you gonna kiss me? stare so I went for it. I knew she was no virgin, and I also knew she was moving to Ohio in a month to pull her skirt up and drop it over that state next. I really, honest to God, didnt see any point in getting to know her. I knew shed been around the block, dated this kid Davey and all his cousins. Davey was dumber than shit in a bucket. But what else to do in the backseat of a Toyota that smelled like roses that now rested on a tombstone than kiss soft lips, so I did. She was so anxious she pulled up her skirt and moved my hand along, wanting my fingers as close to her sex as possible.
I need someone, she kept saying, which put me off, cos she didnt say, I need you. Outside it started raining. I was afraid her dad was already on his way back. Hed see his daughters skinny arms around my neck and lose it. Her hand kept touching my cock, wanting it hard when it wasnt. Okay, fine, I kissed her harder. Shed just come from a funeral and I didnt want to reject her. Finally she felt my cold vibe and took it upon herself and pulled away.
Whats wrong with you? You queer? she asked. I just covered my face and laughed. I felt awful for laughing, but I couldnt help it. The front door opened and her father slipped in, not making a sound. He sat the 6 pack of beer in the passengers seat and rived up the car. I finally looked over at Theresa and answered her in a grumpy, gravelly, No. We were silent for the rest of the ride home. She stared stubbornly out of her window and I looked down at a pen I was fidgeting with, holding it between my legs and punching the cap in and out. I knew the clicking annoyed everyone in the car; thats why I kept doing it. Finally I was dropped off.
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And your writing.
But you still have to introduce me to Dale.
Or else: