Chapter 04.11
"Ah, car girl, huh? Nothing wrong with that; it just answers the question of why Greg's always at a car show," Cory said, teasing his mentor. "Well, I should get back to it, so I'm not interrupting anything you two have planned," he stated, knowing if they just kept talking, his brakes wouldn't get done.
"Please, continue, don't let me get in the way," Dr. Cooper said with a wave. "So, Cory, have there been any setbacks other than that time in the hospital with your injuries?" she asked as Cory rapidly fired off the lug nuts.
"Nah, well, some soreness in my hands, some aches too, but my doctor said that's normal given how I broke them. Other than that, yeah, healed right along, was thankful the day the staples came out, God, those things itched like crazy," Cory stated as he set the tire off to the side.
"How long did you have them in for?"
"The maximum amount they could stay in given the direction of the laceration on my chest," Cory spoke, showing her through his shirt where the scar ran from.
"Ah, that is a tricky one," Dr. Cooper nodded.
"So Cory, how's college going?" Greg asked as he set to work to unscrew the lug nuts on the other side of the car.
"Well, it's only been two days; I'm giving it a week before I pass judgments yet," Cory answered, quickly switching out the pads and reattaching the caliber. Tossing the old pads away as he walked around. Greg, as he took his spot, tightened down the lug nuts of the tire he had just put back on.
"Hey, Greg?"
"Yeah?"
"Did these cars come with a bigger gas tank?" Cory asked as he set the front left tire down and off to the side.
"Nope," Greg answered, chuckling when Cory groaned. "Kind of the reason why they were left behind in yesteryear."
"Now I know why only old dudes have these cars, they're the only ones that can afford the gas," Cory joked, getting a snort from the good doctor. "So, how long have you two been dating?" he asked as he swapped out the used pads for the new ones.
"About a year now," Dr. Cooper said fondly.
"Ah," leaning in and whispering low, "you got a 'Vette around here, don't you?" Cory inquired, seeing the twinkle in Greg's eyes that he knew him well enough to know he might have one hidden away or thinking about finding one or just doesn't have the cash yet. "Oh, question?"
"Hmm?" Greg hummed as Cory put the tire back on.
"What do you know about '32 street rods... think that's what they call them," Cory said as he dragged the hose to the rear tire.
"They're pretty much a kit car; you take a 32 frame and build a hot rod around it; why?"
"Well... given how my mother drives... it's frightening," Cory said in all seriousness, seeing Greg fight back a smile. "Thinking how her driving reminds me of how a moonshiner on the run would drive..."
"Really? Your mother?" Greg asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, apparently; get this, my great-grandfather and grandfather were moonshiners, and great-grandpa used to run shine in the Prohibition era," Cory said as he took off the last tire, nodding when he noted Greg's look. "So, grandpa would teach Mom how to handle a muscle car when she was my age in his Chevelle on the weekends, then proceeded to teach her how to drive like a mad woman," he joked.
"Never thought that about your mother; she looks too... dainty," Greg mused.
"Oh, you haven't seen her when she's behind the wheel," nodding to his car, "she's like a demon-possessed when she gets in it," Cory said, making quick work of the last of the brakes. "So, I thought maybe if they weren't too expensive to build, get one for her for their anniversary or something like that. Then I don't have to worry about my baby anymore," Cory uttered, grinning like mad at how Greg's shoulders showed him how much he was fighting back from bursting out in laughter.
"Well... you don't really have to build one, Cory unless you actually want to build one. People always build a '32, at least the old guys do, so theirs a flood of them out there; I probably know some guys that might know of someone that might be selling one or two of them. If they don't suit what you're looking for, I know this car place on the web that sells muscle cars; I'll text you the website when we're done here," Greg said as he watched Cory reassembling the brakes before he put the tire back on. He knew Cory did the work properly, given how he kept a keen eye on him throughout it. He would've stepped in if Cory had made a mistake. "Let's take her up, just to see the kind of work we'd be doing if you can get those pipes," he said as he and Cory put up the tools and put the brake fluid cap back on, and relatched the hood. For the next hour, the two of them, with Dr. Cooper joining in occasionally, went over what it would take to get the exhaust to work with the existing mufflers, so they didn't have to scrap the whole thing. Showing Cory where they might have to make some modifications to the skirt so it wouldn't block the jacking points on the car. Then went over how they would have to lift the car if the skirt hung too low.
"May I?" Dr. Cooper asked once they got the car on the ground, and Cory pumped the brakes to tighten up the new pads and Cory rolling the car off the hoist.
"Sure," Cory answered as he eased out of his running car, moving off to help Greg with moving the building back to its former spot.
"Appreciate the help, Greg, and letting me use your lift; that thing is awesome; it would make changing the oil on Mom's car so much easier," Cory said, being pulled into a one-armed manly hug and a firm pat on the back.
"No worries, Cory, happy to help," Greg said in a fatherly tone.
"If you need help with your little 'cherry' problem, text me; I'll come over and help when I can," Cory offered.
"I'll keep that in mind," Greg nodded, seeing Kimberly walking up after examining Cory's interior, leaving Cory's car running.
"Cory, what are those seats? Never felt leather so soft," Kimberly praised.
"Buffalo leather," Cory said factually. "Nice, huh?"
"It is; you have a very nice car, Cory; I'm saddened that the judges don't see it," Kimberly said apologetically.
"Meh, so I won't win in some car show; it doesn't take away how sweet-looking that car is," Cory said, pointing his thumb over at it with a smile on his lips.
"It is," Kimberly agreed.
"Well, I should get going need to make a stop at AutoZone and pick up an air filter before they start blowing up my phone; nice seeing you again, doc..."
"Call me Kimberly," she supplied, seeing Cory nod in understanding.
"Greg, I'll see you later; text me, okay?" Cory called back to his friend as he ambled back to his car.
"Promise," Greg answered, raising his hand in goodbye.
"Cory, where have you been?" Jairo asked as his son strolled through the front door a little around four in the afternoon.
"Greg's, he let me use his lift to put the new brakes on the car and see about a future project on the car; why?" Cory informed them as he stopped at the entranceway as his father stood in the kitchen's doorway since his father was overseeing the crews that were shoring up the framework of their new bathroom so they could get the plumber back in to get the tub they had carried down there, and the rest hooked up and tested.
"Really? He has one of those?" Jairo asked in surprise. "Damn, would make so much of the work easier," he stated, all to Cory's agreement. "We were just worried about you since you've been gone since before lunch."
"Ah, yeah, Greg and I had to plan out how we would make the project I'm thinking about work without all the existing exhaust pipes," Cory said, seeing his parents' interest pegged at that.
"And why in the world would you tear out perfectly good exhaust for?" Celeste asked quizzically.
"Thinking of putting side exhaust on the car, it's going to look sweet, also loud," Cory said, amused with himself. "Although, I have to see if they make a model for my type of Mustang or have to do it all custom. Then had to go get a new air filter for the car on the way home."
"Thought you said you were finished?" Jairo uttered in that fatherly tone.
"So did I, until I saw how good they look, look, even Mom's drooling," Cory said, gesturing to the sight.
"Shut up," Celeste huffed in a pouty way as she crossed her arms. "Not my fault. I miss those days, and your car brings it out."
"Yeah, you're never going to get to drive it alone," Cory teased.
"Dinner will be in a few," Celeste called after her son as he moved off towards the stairs.
October 18, over a month later...
Cory was sitting in his math class thinking back to the day about a week ago he and Greg had installed the side skirts that housed the exhaust tips just behind where the door closes on the frame. He was lucky he had found a smaller version of it so he would have the clearance to go anywhere outside of his driveway. How he roared up and down the interstate just to the exit before entering the city proper and raced back to his home exit just to hear how the exhaust would sound going eighty miles an hour. Seeing the yearning in his mother's eyes when she came out to see how it looked. True, he did have to go buy another can of paint to match his car, but it was cheaper than buying a lift kit for it. Then the most horrid thing happened, Lady Gaga's 'You and I' began to play in his head. He's grown far too familiar with his sister's tastes in music. Although, that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the little dance she did last night to it. Recounting how the mini-skirt she had bought just for them flowed through the air as Dayana lifted up the back of it and shook her bare ass at him. Cory still had the love bites she left along his long scar as she enticed him to their bed.
While most of the work on their apartments was nearly complete. They were waiting on the inspector to give the final okay on the bathroom before they laid down the tile, the finishing touches. The fight between Dayana and Zoe was amusing to watch as they fought over who was going to get to use the tub first. When Cassy threw her name in the ring, they thought Cassy was going to be teaming up with Zoe; much to Zoe's surprise, she was fighting for a threesome in it that would be their crowning moment in it. Still, that didn't mean they were done; no, once the final piece of sheet rock was hung, his sisters and Cassy were in a tizzy to get the basement decorated as they wanted. He did like the pocket doors they had installed when they closed off the stairwell so they each could have their privacy when they wanted it.
Trying not to grow bored as his Professor went on about the problem he was showing them. Glancing at his phone, he was so very glad for the distraction when he saw his text icon notification light up. Cory knew today was Alice's ultrasound, while he wanted to be there, yet backed off when Zack needed the memory to bond with his child, which was weird to even think about if you asked him. He wondered when he would have heard something from them since her appointment was at nine that morning. He was expecting to see the text come from Alice; however, as he opened it up, he found it instead came from Zack, which surprised him. Anything that dealt with the baby Alice normally informed him of. His pencil fell from his grip and rolled off his desk, bouncing trice on its ends before breaking under Cory's foot.
There on his screen that he held in his hand one single word. TWINS! Texting him the jpeg the doctor had emailed Zack, telling him he had sent one to his own email of the sonogram. Cory couldn't look away from those two shadowy figures on his screen as he looked upon his children. While he may never be their dad like Zack would be, he was their father. Telling him why he was the one contacting him instead of Alice; it was due to how she hadn't stopped crying from the joy she felt at that moment as she was curled up on their bed whispering, 'My babies, my babies.' Nevertheless, the news didn't stop either when Zack texted back the sexes of the twins, which were boys. Typing out a text to congratulate the two of them, knowing they both wanted this. Agreeing to be there for the party, they were having to announce their pregnancy. Even if it was college, he still couldn't get up and walk out in the middle of the lecture, granted he could, just not earning a demerit.
"Okay, Cory, what's going on? You've been out of sorts ever since we left the campus," Dayana said lovingly as she sat facing him in her seat when she told him to take her to their little spot. The gentle breeze and the sweet scents in the air flowed through the open windows as they sat in the shade of the overhanging branches of the trees of the oak forest that surrounded them. Looking down when Cory held out his phone to her, bringing her head up as the words, 'Read Zack's text," left her brother's lips. Her hand flew to her mouth as the first thing she saw when she opened it up was the sonogram of Alice's baby, or in this case, babies; it took her a while to spot the other shadow. Then she squealed and bounced in her seat at the word that sealed Cory's fate.
"Come on, sis, I'm dealing with something important here, and you're more concerned about getting you're pussy licked?" Cory groaned as his head struck the headrest of his seat.
"Sorry, sorry, you're right, this is important," Dayana uttered, calming herself down, yet she was not about to let her brother welch out on the deal.
The two of them were just reclining in his car as the minutes wore on as they discussed what this meant for him. What his future would be like. What his interactions with Alice and Zack would be like. To how often they would let him see the twins.
"I understand where you're coming from, Cory; I do, but you have to realize you might not get a lot of face time with them. They might move, we might move, and really I think that's for the best for the twins. I know you want to be in their lives; I get that," Dayana said, reaching over and laying her hand on his arm, her thumb brushing along it affectionately. Feeling the melody of Lady Gaga's 'Shallow' softly tugging on her heart as it played on the air, she had a sneaky smile on her lips when her brother groaned. "But you did agree to how this would be; a little late to have regrets."
"Please, continue, don't let me get in the way," Dr. Cooper said with a wave. "So, Cory, have there been any setbacks other than that time in the hospital with your injuries?" she asked as Cory rapidly fired off the lug nuts.
"Nah, well, some soreness in my hands, some aches too, but my doctor said that's normal given how I broke them. Other than that, yeah, healed right along, was thankful the day the staples came out, God, those things itched like crazy," Cory stated as he set the tire off to the side.
"How long did you have them in for?"
"The maximum amount they could stay in given the direction of the laceration on my chest," Cory spoke, showing her through his shirt where the scar ran from.
"Ah, that is a tricky one," Dr. Cooper nodded.
"So Cory, how's college going?" Greg asked as he set to work to unscrew the lug nuts on the other side of the car.
"Well, it's only been two days; I'm giving it a week before I pass judgments yet," Cory answered, quickly switching out the pads and reattaching the caliber. Tossing the old pads away as he walked around. Greg, as he took his spot, tightened down the lug nuts of the tire he had just put back on.
"Hey, Greg?"
"Yeah?"
"Did these cars come with a bigger gas tank?" Cory asked as he set the front left tire down and off to the side.
"Nope," Greg answered, chuckling when Cory groaned. "Kind of the reason why they were left behind in yesteryear."
"Now I know why only old dudes have these cars, they're the only ones that can afford the gas," Cory joked, getting a snort from the good doctor. "So, how long have you two been dating?" he asked as he swapped out the used pads for the new ones.
"About a year now," Dr. Cooper said fondly.
"Ah," leaning in and whispering low, "you got a 'Vette around here, don't you?" Cory inquired, seeing the twinkle in Greg's eyes that he knew him well enough to know he might have one hidden away or thinking about finding one or just doesn't have the cash yet. "Oh, question?"
"Hmm?" Greg hummed as Cory put the tire back on.
"What do you know about '32 street rods... think that's what they call them," Cory said as he dragged the hose to the rear tire.
"They're pretty much a kit car; you take a 32 frame and build a hot rod around it; why?"
"Well... given how my mother drives... it's frightening," Cory said in all seriousness, seeing Greg fight back a smile. "Thinking how her driving reminds me of how a moonshiner on the run would drive..."
"Really? Your mother?" Greg asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, apparently; get this, my great-grandfather and grandfather were moonshiners, and great-grandpa used to run shine in the Prohibition era," Cory said as he took off the last tire, nodding when he noted Greg's look. "So, grandpa would teach Mom how to handle a muscle car when she was my age in his Chevelle on the weekends, then proceeded to teach her how to drive like a mad woman," he joked.
"Never thought that about your mother; she looks too... dainty," Greg mused.
"Oh, you haven't seen her when she's behind the wheel," nodding to his car, "she's like a demon-possessed when she gets in it," Cory said, making quick work of the last of the brakes. "So, I thought maybe if they weren't too expensive to build, get one for her for their anniversary or something like that. Then I don't have to worry about my baby anymore," Cory uttered, grinning like mad at how Greg's shoulders showed him how much he was fighting back from bursting out in laughter.
"Well... you don't really have to build one, Cory unless you actually want to build one. People always build a '32, at least the old guys do, so theirs a flood of them out there; I probably know some guys that might know of someone that might be selling one or two of them. If they don't suit what you're looking for, I know this car place on the web that sells muscle cars; I'll text you the website when we're done here," Greg said as he watched Cory reassembling the brakes before he put the tire back on. He knew Cory did the work properly, given how he kept a keen eye on him throughout it. He would've stepped in if Cory had made a mistake. "Let's take her up, just to see the kind of work we'd be doing if you can get those pipes," he said as he and Cory put up the tools and put the brake fluid cap back on, and relatched the hood. For the next hour, the two of them, with Dr. Cooper joining in occasionally, went over what it would take to get the exhaust to work with the existing mufflers, so they didn't have to scrap the whole thing. Showing Cory where they might have to make some modifications to the skirt so it wouldn't block the jacking points on the car. Then went over how they would have to lift the car if the skirt hung too low.
"May I?" Dr. Cooper asked once they got the car on the ground, and Cory pumped the brakes to tighten up the new pads and Cory rolling the car off the hoist.
"Sure," Cory answered as he eased out of his running car, moving off to help Greg with moving the building back to its former spot.
"Appreciate the help, Greg, and letting me use your lift; that thing is awesome; it would make changing the oil on Mom's car so much easier," Cory said, being pulled into a one-armed manly hug and a firm pat on the back.
"No worries, Cory, happy to help," Greg said in a fatherly tone.
"If you need help with your little 'cherry' problem, text me; I'll come over and help when I can," Cory offered.
"I'll keep that in mind," Greg nodded, seeing Kimberly walking up after examining Cory's interior, leaving Cory's car running.
"Cory, what are those seats? Never felt leather so soft," Kimberly praised.
"Buffalo leather," Cory said factually. "Nice, huh?"
"It is; you have a very nice car, Cory; I'm saddened that the judges don't see it," Kimberly said apologetically.
"Meh, so I won't win in some car show; it doesn't take away how sweet-looking that car is," Cory said, pointing his thumb over at it with a smile on his lips.
"It is," Kimberly agreed.
"Well, I should get going need to make a stop at AutoZone and pick up an air filter before they start blowing up my phone; nice seeing you again, doc..."
"Call me Kimberly," she supplied, seeing Cory nod in understanding.
"Greg, I'll see you later; text me, okay?" Cory called back to his friend as he ambled back to his car.
"Promise," Greg answered, raising his hand in goodbye.
"Cory, where have you been?" Jairo asked as his son strolled through the front door a little around four in the afternoon.
"Greg's, he let me use his lift to put the new brakes on the car and see about a future project on the car; why?" Cory informed them as he stopped at the entranceway as his father stood in the kitchen's doorway since his father was overseeing the crews that were shoring up the framework of their new bathroom so they could get the plumber back in to get the tub they had carried down there, and the rest hooked up and tested.
"Really? He has one of those?" Jairo asked in surprise. "Damn, would make so much of the work easier," he stated, all to Cory's agreement. "We were just worried about you since you've been gone since before lunch."
"Ah, yeah, Greg and I had to plan out how we would make the project I'm thinking about work without all the existing exhaust pipes," Cory said, seeing his parents' interest pegged at that.
"And why in the world would you tear out perfectly good exhaust for?" Celeste asked quizzically.
"Thinking of putting side exhaust on the car, it's going to look sweet, also loud," Cory said, amused with himself. "Although, I have to see if they make a model for my type of Mustang or have to do it all custom. Then had to go get a new air filter for the car on the way home."
"Thought you said you were finished?" Jairo uttered in that fatherly tone.
"So did I, until I saw how good they look, look, even Mom's drooling," Cory said, gesturing to the sight.
"Shut up," Celeste huffed in a pouty way as she crossed her arms. "Not my fault. I miss those days, and your car brings it out."
"Yeah, you're never going to get to drive it alone," Cory teased.
"Dinner will be in a few," Celeste called after her son as he moved off towards the stairs.
October 18, over a month later...
Cory was sitting in his math class thinking back to the day about a week ago he and Greg had installed the side skirts that housed the exhaust tips just behind where the door closes on the frame. He was lucky he had found a smaller version of it so he would have the clearance to go anywhere outside of his driveway. How he roared up and down the interstate just to the exit before entering the city proper and raced back to his home exit just to hear how the exhaust would sound going eighty miles an hour. Seeing the yearning in his mother's eyes when she came out to see how it looked. True, he did have to go buy another can of paint to match his car, but it was cheaper than buying a lift kit for it. Then the most horrid thing happened, Lady Gaga's 'You and I' began to play in his head. He's grown far too familiar with his sister's tastes in music. Although, that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the little dance she did last night to it. Recounting how the mini-skirt she had bought just for them flowed through the air as Dayana lifted up the back of it and shook her bare ass at him. Cory still had the love bites she left along his long scar as she enticed him to their bed.
While most of the work on their apartments was nearly complete. They were waiting on the inspector to give the final okay on the bathroom before they laid down the tile, the finishing touches. The fight between Dayana and Zoe was amusing to watch as they fought over who was going to get to use the tub first. When Cassy threw her name in the ring, they thought Cassy was going to be teaming up with Zoe; much to Zoe's surprise, she was fighting for a threesome in it that would be their crowning moment in it. Still, that didn't mean they were done; no, once the final piece of sheet rock was hung, his sisters and Cassy were in a tizzy to get the basement decorated as they wanted. He did like the pocket doors they had installed when they closed off the stairwell so they each could have their privacy when they wanted it.
Trying not to grow bored as his Professor went on about the problem he was showing them. Glancing at his phone, he was so very glad for the distraction when he saw his text icon notification light up. Cory knew today was Alice's ultrasound, while he wanted to be there, yet backed off when Zack needed the memory to bond with his child, which was weird to even think about if you asked him. He wondered when he would have heard something from them since her appointment was at nine that morning. He was expecting to see the text come from Alice; however, as he opened it up, he found it instead came from Zack, which surprised him. Anything that dealt with the baby Alice normally informed him of. His pencil fell from his grip and rolled off his desk, bouncing trice on its ends before breaking under Cory's foot.
There on his screen that he held in his hand one single word. TWINS! Texting him the jpeg the doctor had emailed Zack, telling him he had sent one to his own email of the sonogram. Cory couldn't look away from those two shadowy figures on his screen as he looked upon his children. While he may never be their dad like Zack would be, he was their father. Telling him why he was the one contacting him instead of Alice; it was due to how she hadn't stopped crying from the joy she felt at that moment as she was curled up on their bed whispering, 'My babies, my babies.' Nevertheless, the news didn't stop either when Zack texted back the sexes of the twins, which were boys. Typing out a text to congratulate the two of them, knowing they both wanted this. Agreeing to be there for the party, they were having to announce their pregnancy. Even if it was college, he still couldn't get up and walk out in the middle of the lecture, granted he could, just not earning a demerit.
"Okay, Cory, what's going on? You've been out of sorts ever since we left the campus," Dayana said lovingly as she sat facing him in her seat when she told him to take her to their little spot. The gentle breeze and the sweet scents in the air flowed through the open windows as they sat in the shade of the overhanging branches of the trees of the oak forest that surrounded them. Looking down when Cory held out his phone to her, bringing her head up as the words, 'Read Zack's text," left her brother's lips. Her hand flew to her mouth as the first thing she saw when she opened it up was the sonogram of Alice's baby, or in this case, babies; it took her a while to spot the other shadow. Then she squealed and bounced in her seat at the word that sealed Cory's fate.
"Come on, sis, I'm dealing with something important here, and you're more concerned about getting you're pussy licked?" Cory groaned as his head struck the headrest of his seat.
"Sorry, sorry, you're right, this is important," Dayana uttered, calming herself down, yet she was not about to let her brother welch out on the deal.
The two of them were just reclining in his car as the minutes wore on as they discussed what this meant for him. What his future would be like. What his interactions with Alice and Zack would be like. To how often they would let him see the twins.
"I understand where you're coming from, Cory; I do, but you have to realize you might not get a lot of face time with them. They might move, we might move, and really I think that's for the best for the twins. I know you want to be in their lives; I get that," Dayana said, reaching over and laying her hand on his arm, her thumb brushing along it affectionately. Feeling the melody of Lady Gaga's 'Shallow' softly tugging on her heart as it played on the air, she had a sneaky smile on her lips when her brother groaned. "But you did agree to how this would be; a little late to have regrets."
"I know, sis," Cory grumbled as he blew out a sigh.
"So why are you looking up '32 street rods?" Dayana asked out of the blue, flashing him a knowing smile as the left side of her head rested on the backrest.
"Snooping, I take it?" Cory retorted.
"No, but you left your computer on one day, and you have a printer, and I needed to use it," Dayana stated like it was nothing out of the ordinary. "I thought your car craze was over when you put those pipes on. Please tell me, you aren't looking to start another one, at least not this soon," Dayana pleaded, not eager to drop a few grand all the time when Cory wanted something for the Mustang.
"What? No, nothing like that," Cory said, waving off her plea.
"Then tell me why," Dayana said, getting his attention when Cory looked out the window.
"Well, told you about how Mom drives and what she said to me that night," Cory stated, going over the highlights of that night as his sister nodded along. "This is purely selfish reasons I'm doing this, but I was thinking of getting Mom; it's for both of them, but Mom mainly, given what she's like. Thought we could get her one, so she's not hurting my baby," he said, lightly patting the steering wheel. Seeing his sister snort and roll her eyes at that.
"But you know, Mom, she isn't going to go for some two-seater."
"I know why I talked to Greg about it, just to get an idea and to see how much they wanted for them. Don't get me wrong, they're cool cars, just not something Mom would drive. So that's why I was on that website, looking through the ones that the car dealership had. Found one where it appears to be large enough for all five of us to fit in. Might have to get it repainted," Cory said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"What do you mean, repainted?" Dayana asked in a curious tone.
"It's some god-awful orange color. Already talked to Greg about getting it painted, said it's fine, so thought I'd help him with it if that comes to pass," Cory said with a gesture of his hands.
"Can I see it?" Dayana asked, sitting up in her seat. Knowing Cory was thinking of something big, so it had to be an anniversary present for their parents. If it was for them, then she didn't mind dropping the money. She didn't mind his hobby, and she knew how his relationship with Greg had helped the both of them. She just didn't want to be spending that kind of money after he had just finished with his Mustang. Further down the road, say two or three years, sure, she'd be happy to go with him wherever and pick out a new car for them to work on together.
"It does look like a car from that time," Dayana admitted as she watched the little video they had on it. The interior did look nice, "You aren't going to change this, are you?" she asked, pointing at his screen, seeing him shake his head.
"No, just the paint."
"Good, because Mom would kill you if you ruined something so sweet-looking," Dayana stated with conviction. She really did like the interior; it was stunning, in her opinion. "How much were they asking for it?"
"Forty-thousand, that includes shipping it here; then I was thinking if you agreed to it, once the paint was dry, you drive this home, and I'd pull up in it since Dad was the first to drive this car," Cory said, laying out his plan to her.
"So, getting back at Dad, huh?" Dayana asked in an amusing tone.
"Of course," Cory chimed in.
"So, I'd rather not use the savings we have; we might need the cash we have on hand for emergencies," Dayana mumbled as she tilted her head back and pondered on the problem. Knowing they had about a hundred grand in their bank account, and they had another half a million in stocks they held so they could liquidate them if something major happened. "But if we sell off some of the stocks... we can always buy back what we sell," she said, getting behind Cory's plan. "When do you think you can buy it?" Dayana asked, knowing it would take a few days to get the money deposited into their account.
"Well, the guy, Tim, he's the one I talked to; all he said was they just needed a thousand to hold the car for us until we got the financing," Cory stated, going over what the man had told him, seeing his sister absorbing everything.
"Well, we don't need that, but you go call him, and put the money down, tell him it might take a week for the banks to transfer the funds to the account, then we'll do whatever we need to do to get it here. Granted, their anniversary," seeing the surprise in his eyes when his eyebrows rose, "isn't till January, but no telling how fast that car would be gone. So I take it you were thinking of having the car shipped to Greg's just to keep them in the dark about it?" Dayana asked, seeing Cory nod. "I know Dad is going to love it, Mom will probably flip out, and we'll have to bail her out for all the speeding tickets she's probably going to have."
"Probably," Cory nodded. "Oh, did I tell you Greg's got a girlfriend?"
"What?! No, you didn't?! Have you met her?" Dayana asked in excitement.
"I have," Cory spoke, "she was the doctor that wrapped up my ribs, and when my stitches came undone that one time," rubbing his hand along his stomach, remembering how close he felt to dying that day.
"Really?! How long have they been together?"
"I guess about a year now, or somewhere around there," Cory said, thinking back to that day.
"Wow, good for him," Dayana nodded, pleased that Greg was moving on with his life due to the pain he's dealt with for so long. She was very happy for the two of them. She hoped it lasted for them.
Cory's and Dayana's conversation came to a close as Cory sat up in his seat, as a group of people just walked up that gravel road. Looking at his sister, telling her someone had to come around, seeing the shock in her eyes, telling him this was the first time she had seen anyone at the place. He could tell they were just as shocked as they were to see them there as the two groups just stared at one another. Tapping his sister's left leg as a lone man started to walk towards them, telling her to buckle up in a hurry as he returned his seat to its normal position.
"Frist off, really nice car; second, who are you, and why are you on church property?" the elderly man asked in a polite tone.
"Please, forgive us; I didn't know this was church property when I first found this place," Dayana stated, sticking her head out the open passenger window. "I just found this place so peaceful when I just need time to myself, and I thought this could be a good place for my boyfriend here to contemplate on the problem that was plaguing him," she said, lying her ass off. Wondering if she was going to Hell for this.
"Ah," Dayana watched the man's mood brighten, "I can understand wanting a clear head when making some big decisions," nodding, his silver strands of hair sat close to his head as he did, "but I'm going to have to ask you to leave, this is a private event we're holding..."
"No, we totally understand; sorry for the intrusion," Dayana said, hoping that the man and the others could forgive them for momentarily halting their ceremony.
"Go with God," the man uttered before departing back to his group. Looking back when the engine turned over, the days of his youth flared in his mind as he heard the exhaust coming out on the side of the car. Noting the inch of chrome that jutted out from the skirt that rested below the right door. Remembering his own Mustang he once had before, he wrecked it doing something very foolish. Turning his attention back to his parish as Cory idled down the gravel road before the trees hid his car from view.
That Sunday...
"Do I need to look this dressed up for a simple party?" Cory grumbled as Dayana fidgeted with the collar of the shirt he was wearing.
"Hush, you, the father, should look suited to hear the news of his children; you aren't even wearing a tie, don't see the hubbub about it," Dayana stated in a tired voice as she brushed the palms of her hands along his pectorals as she backed away. "Plus, if they didn't want you there, then they wouldn't have told you; you were expected to attend. Now, the most important thing, how do I look?" Showing off the soft pink cream blouse she was wearing as she drew Cory's eyes to her legs showing off her black slacks. She's known he had a thing for her legs, and she was going to show them off as much as his eyes could take. A confident smirk rose the corner of her lips at how his eyes ran down her legs and settled on her ass as she turned and led him out of his room.
"When you get back, we'll discuss decorating your brother's room," something she had to relinquish to Jairo for him to agree to carry Cory's baby, "then I'll show you how well I handle a stick," Celeste purred, leaning against the wall outside his room that led down to the ground floor.
"Oh?" Cory uttered, noting the baby bump that her hands laid on.
"Mmmhmm, the girls will be done with the decorating by the time you get home, and your brother is going to need to feel his big, strong brother's hand within it," wondering if her son was prepared for how she got when she was pregnant, "you two be safe, and have fun," Celeste uttered, pushing herself off the wall. Sensuously showing her son the body that would be wrapped around him the moment he stepped through the door. The pads of her fingers alluringly ran along his jaw as she swayed her ass for her son's view alone as she sauntered to her bedroom.
"So glad the two of you could make it," Alice greeted joyfully as her eyes fell upon Cory and Dayana - namely Cory. Now that it was official, her mind drifted back to the days she's spent pleasing that cock of his. Plotting if she could get Zack to agree to another child just so she could have that moment again. She knew they could never move. Could never leave the State. Not if she wanted to feel that rod deep back in her heat. Pushing it deep into the back of her mind, knowing her lusting after Cory wouldn't do well for her marriage.
"Come on back; we have the grilled fired up," Zack said, waving the two of them to join them and their family in their backyard.
"I do appreciate the two of you looking the part; the father should be respectable when letting the world in on the gift that has come into this world," Alice said, smiling warmly at the two of them. "Dayana, you have to tell me where you got that blouse. It looks stunning on you," she praised as her eyes took in the detail of the shirt. Noting how Dayana shot Cory a look as she took her by the arm, just like how it always was before the bump in the road.
"Thanks, it's this little store; what I mean is, it's this little brick space jammed in-between these two larger ones in the MacGyver Square what used to be downtown back in the twenties," Dayana stated, wondering if Alice had chosen to offer an olive branch to mend their friendship. "You'd miss it if you didn't know where you're going."
"Then maybe you'll show me the way then?" Alice asked with a knowing look that meant - shopping?!
"Love to Alice, they do have a section for expecting mothers, if that would interest you," Dayana informed her.
"It does," Alice nodded.
"Cory, is it me, or does your car sound louder?" Zack asked, looking over at what he hoped would be a friendship, yet he could take being an acquaintance.
"Oh, yeah, nice, right?" Cory gloated with a cheeky smile. "Me and my friend Greg put them on; we had to redesign the exhaust to put the skirt on and used the existing pipes to do it. I so wasn't about to put a lift kit on it," he said, pulling up a picture he had taken of it the moment they were done. "Had to buy another can of paint, but cheaper," Corry stated, seeing Dayana nodding along.
"Damn, do like how an inch of that chrome juts out, letting the paint just play along it. Were these installed before the show?" Zack asked, salivating at the work Cory had done to his Mustang. "We'll talk cars later; come, there are some people I want you two to meet.
"How long do we have to stay here?" Cory whispered out the side of his mouth as he leaned into Dayana.
"Let's give it another thirty minutes," Dayana responded, feeling the leers of the people around them as their hidden questioning looks taunted them behind their masks of civility. Patting Cory's left arm slyly, pointing to Zack as they were staying out of the way, relegated to where all the other kids near their age gathered to keep out of their parents' way. She ignored the leers of the horny teenagers that couldn't take their eyes off of her. She had to nudge Cory once or twice when one of their female members caught his eye.
"Everyone, can I have your attention!" Zack called out after they all had eaten and had their cake. Repeating the words when there was still a mumbling from the crowd until one of Zack's nieces had stopped the music, which, as you can expect, got their attention. "Thank you, Naomie," he said, nodding his thanks to his seventeen-year-old niece.
Dayana's heckles rose as she nodded and how the girl looked at Cory. Although Cory's attention was on Zack, not the girl, which she was glad for, eyeing the girl as she walked off to where she didn't know or care, as long as she stayed away from Cory. Nevertheless, the look she was giving Cory had her curious. Watching how Alice joined her husband when he waved to her. Snuggling closer to Cory, noting the sad looks on the teenager's faces.
"Everyone, I know you all know Alice is pregnant, now don't look at me like that, Aunt Bev," Zack intoned as his aunt rolled his eyes at him. "What none of you know is that on Friday, Alice had her first ultrasound, and the miracles of joy never cease. We learned that Alice is having twins, twin boys in fact," he said, smiling at their shocked faces, all except two before his family shouted out in joy as they rushed to ring them in. Nodding slyly to Cory and Dayana as they rose their hands in goodbye before they headed off to his car.
"Still can't believe you're doing this?!" Zoe said in awe as she, Cassy, and Dayana all stood off watching as the woman prepped Cory to get his tongue ring.
"I'm a father now; I have to show my kids that a man sticks to his word," Cory said with all the bravado he could muster at the moment. "What you should be more concerned about is how Cassy had this all set up so quickly," he stated, eyeing his sister.
"Oh, I've been planning this for two months," Cassy said seductively as she leaned over the woman's shoulder that she trusted enough to pierce and tattoo her more private areas.
"I knew those peace talks were a ruse?!" Cory joked, trying to stall this as long as possible. However, as the woman attached the needle to the gun, he knew there was no going back.
"Oh, don't you worry, Cory; once the swelling in your tongue goes down, you know what's going to happen, don't you?" Cassy purred lustfully as she rose to her full height.
"Save me," Cory whispered to the woman, who just chuckled. With trepidation sticking out his tongue as the woman asked. Gripping the hand-rest of the seat as the cold needle punctured his tongue, then that same horrible pain on the left side of his tongue as Cassy had told her friend to give him the venom piercing.
"Mmm... yes," there was no mistaking the wanton lust in Cassy's eyes as she held Cory's chin in her hand as she tilted his chin upwards, "I'm going to be sure to give this tongue the proper workout once you're healed."
"So why are you looking up '32 street rods?" Dayana asked out of the blue, flashing him a knowing smile as the left side of her head rested on the backrest.
"Snooping, I take it?" Cory retorted.
"No, but you left your computer on one day, and you have a printer, and I needed to use it," Dayana stated like it was nothing out of the ordinary. "I thought your car craze was over when you put those pipes on. Please tell me, you aren't looking to start another one, at least not this soon," Dayana pleaded, not eager to drop a few grand all the time when Cory wanted something for the Mustang.
"What? No, nothing like that," Cory said, waving off her plea.
"Then tell me why," Dayana said, getting his attention when Cory looked out the window.
"Well, told you about how Mom drives and what she said to me that night," Cory stated, going over the highlights of that night as his sister nodded along. "This is purely selfish reasons I'm doing this, but I was thinking of getting Mom; it's for both of them, but Mom mainly, given what she's like. Thought we could get her one, so she's not hurting my baby," he said, lightly patting the steering wheel. Seeing his sister snort and roll her eyes at that.
"But you know, Mom, she isn't going to go for some two-seater."
"I know why I talked to Greg about it, just to get an idea and to see how much they wanted for them. Don't get me wrong, they're cool cars, just not something Mom would drive. So that's why I was on that website, looking through the ones that the car dealership had. Found one where it appears to be large enough for all five of us to fit in. Might have to get it repainted," Cory said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"What do you mean, repainted?" Dayana asked in a curious tone.
"It's some god-awful orange color. Already talked to Greg about getting it painted, said it's fine, so thought I'd help him with it if that comes to pass," Cory said with a gesture of his hands.
"Can I see it?" Dayana asked, sitting up in her seat. Knowing Cory was thinking of something big, so it had to be an anniversary present for their parents. If it was for them, then she didn't mind dropping the money. She didn't mind his hobby, and she knew how his relationship with Greg had helped the both of them. She just didn't want to be spending that kind of money after he had just finished with his Mustang. Further down the road, say two or three years, sure, she'd be happy to go with him wherever and pick out a new car for them to work on together.
"It does look like a car from that time," Dayana admitted as she watched the little video they had on it. The interior did look nice, "You aren't going to change this, are you?" she asked, pointing at his screen, seeing him shake his head.
"No, just the paint."
"Good, because Mom would kill you if you ruined something so sweet-looking," Dayana stated with conviction. She really did like the interior; it was stunning, in her opinion. "How much were they asking for it?"
"Forty-thousand, that includes shipping it here; then I was thinking if you agreed to it, once the paint was dry, you drive this home, and I'd pull up in it since Dad was the first to drive this car," Cory said, laying out his plan to her.
"So, getting back at Dad, huh?" Dayana asked in an amusing tone.
"Of course," Cory chimed in.
"So, I'd rather not use the savings we have; we might need the cash we have on hand for emergencies," Dayana mumbled as she tilted her head back and pondered on the problem. Knowing they had about a hundred grand in their bank account, and they had another half a million in stocks they held so they could liquidate them if something major happened. "But if we sell off some of the stocks... we can always buy back what we sell," she said, getting behind Cory's plan. "When do you think you can buy it?" Dayana asked, knowing it would take a few days to get the money deposited into their account.
"Well, the guy, Tim, he's the one I talked to; all he said was they just needed a thousand to hold the car for us until we got the financing," Cory stated, going over what the man had told him, seeing his sister absorbing everything.
"Well, we don't need that, but you go call him, and put the money down, tell him it might take a week for the banks to transfer the funds to the account, then we'll do whatever we need to do to get it here. Granted, their anniversary," seeing the surprise in his eyes when his eyebrows rose, "isn't till January, but no telling how fast that car would be gone. So I take it you were thinking of having the car shipped to Greg's just to keep them in the dark about it?" Dayana asked, seeing Cory nod. "I know Dad is going to love it, Mom will probably flip out, and we'll have to bail her out for all the speeding tickets she's probably going to have."
"Probably," Cory nodded. "Oh, did I tell you Greg's got a girlfriend?"
"What?! No, you didn't?! Have you met her?" Dayana asked in excitement.
"I have," Cory spoke, "she was the doctor that wrapped up my ribs, and when my stitches came undone that one time," rubbing his hand along his stomach, remembering how close he felt to dying that day.
"Really?! How long have they been together?"
"I guess about a year now, or somewhere around there," Cory said, thinking back to that day.
"Wow, good for him," Dayana nodded, pleased that Greg was moving on with his life due to the pain he's dealt with for so long. She was very happy for the two of them. She hoped it lasted for them.
Cory's and Dayana's conversation came to a close as Cory sat up in his seat, as a group of people just walked up that gravel road. Looking at his sister, telling her someone had to come around, seeing the shock in her eyes, telling him this was the first time she had seen anyone at the place. He could tell they were just as shocked as they were to see them there as the two groups just stared at one another. Tapping his sister's left leg as a lone man started to walk towards them, telling her to buckle up in a hurry as he returned his seat to its normal position.
"Frist off, really nice car; second, who are you, and why are you on church property?" the elderly man asked in a polite tone.
"Please, forgive us; I didn't know this was church property when I first found this place," Dayana stated, sticking her head out the open passenger window. "I just found this place so peaceful when I just need time to myself, and I thought this could be a good place for my boyfriend here to contemplate on the problem that was plaguing him," she said, lying her ass off. Wondering if she was going to Hell for this.
"Ah," Dayana watched the man's mood brighten, "I can understand wanting a clear head when making some big decisions," nodding, his silver strands of hair sat close to his head as he did, "but I'm going to have to ask you to leave, this is a private event we're holding..."
"No, we totally understand; sorry for the intrusion," Dayana said, hoping that the man and the others could forgive them for momentarily halting their ceremony.
"Go with God," the man uttered before departing back to his group. Looking back when the engine turned over, the days of his youth flared in his mind as he heard the exhaust coming out on the side of the car. Noting the inch of chrome that jutted out from the skirt that rested below the right door. Remembering his own Mustang he once had before, he wrecked it doing something very foolish. Turning his attention back to his parish as Cory idled down the gravel road before the trees hid his car from view.
That Sunday...
"Do I need to look this dressed up for a simple party?" Cory grumbled as Dayana fidgeted with the collar of the shirt he was wearing.
"Hush, you, the father, should look suited to hear the news of his children; you aren't even wearing a tie, don't see the hubbub about it," Dayana stated in a tired voice as she brushed the palms of her hands along his pectorals as she backed away. "Plus, if they didn't want you there, then they wouldn't have told you; you were expected to attend. Now, the most important thing, how do I look?" Showing off the soft pink cream blouse she was wearing as she drew Cory's eyes to her legs showing off her black slacks. She's known he had a thing for her legs, and she was going to show them off as much as his eyes could take. A confident smirk rose the corner of her lips at how his eyes ran down her legs and settled on her ass as she turned and led him out of his room.
"When you get back, we'll discuss decorating your brother's room," something she had to relinquish to Jairo for him to agree to carry Cory's baby, "then I'll show you how well I handle a stick," Celeste purred, leaning against the wall outside his room that led down to the ground floor.
"Oh?" Cory uttered, noting the baby bump that her hands laid on.
"Mmmhmm, the girls will be done with the decorating by the time you get home, and your brother is going to need to feel his big, strong brother's hand within it," wondering if her son was prepared for how she got when she was pregnant, "you two be safe, and have fun," Celeste uttered, pushing herself off the wall. Sensuously showing her son the body that would be wrapped around him the moment he stepped through the door. The pads of her fingers alluringly ran along his jaw as she swayed her ass for her son's view alone as she sauntered to her bedroom.
"So glad the two of you could make it," Alice greeted joyfully as her eyes fell upon Cory and Dayana - namely Cory. Now that it was official, her mind drifted back to the days she's spent pleasing that cock of his. Plotting if she could get Zack to agree to another child just so she could have that moment again. She knew they could never move. Could never leave the State. Not if she wanted to feel that rod deep back in her heat. Pushing it deep into the back of her mind, knowing her lusting after Cory wouldn't do well for her marriage.
"Come on back; we have the grilled fired up," Zack said, waving the two of them to join them and their family in their backyard.
"I do appreciate the two of you looking the part; the father should be respectable when letting the world in on the gift that has come into this world," Alice said, smiling warmly at the two of them. "Dayana, you have to tell me where you got that blouse. It looks stunning on you," she praised as her eyes took in the detail of the shirt. Noting how Dayana shot Cory a look as she took her by the arm, just like how it always was before the bump in the road.
"Thanks, it's this little store; what I mean is, it's this little brick space jammed in-between these two larger ones in the MacGyver Square what used to be downtown back in the twenties," Dayana stated, wondering if Alice had chosen to offer an olive branch to mend their friendship. "You'd miss it if you didn't know where you're going."
"Then maybe you'll show me the way then?" Alice asked with a knowing look that meant - shopping?!
"Love to Alice, they do have a section for expecting mothers, if that would interest you," Dayana informed her.
"It does," Alice nodded.
"Cory, is it me, or does your car sound louder?" Zack asked, looking over at what he hoped would be a friendship, yet he could take being an acquaintance.
"Oh, yeah, nice, right?" Cory gloated with a cheeky smile. "Me and my friend Greg put them on; we had to redesign the exhaust to put the skirt on and used the existing pipes to do it. I so wasn't about to put a lift kit on it," he said, pulling up a picture he had taken of it the moment they were done. "Had to buy another can of paint, but cheaper," Corry stated, seeing Dayana nodding along.
"Damn, do like how an inch of that chrome juts out, letting the paint just play along it. Were these installed before the show?" Zack asked, salivating at the work Cory had done to his Mustang. "We'll talk cars later; come, there are some people I want you two to meet.
"How long do we have to stay here?" Cory whispered out the side of his mouth as he leaned into Dayana.
"Let's give it another thirty minutes," Dayana responded, feeling the leers of the people around them as their hidden questioning looks taunted them behind their masks of civility. Patting Cory's left arm slyly, pointing to Zack as they were staying out of the way, relegated to where all the other kids near their age gathered to keep out of their parents' way. She ignored the leers of the horny teenagers that couldn't take their eyes off of her. She had to nudge Cory once or twice when one of their female members caught his eye.
"Everyone, can I have your attention!" Zack called out after they all had eaten and had their cake. Repeating the words when there was still a mumbling from the crowd until one of Zack's nieces had stopped the music, which, as you can expect, got their attention. "Thank you, Naomie," he said, nodding his thanks to his seventeen-year-old niece.
Dayana's heckles rose as she nodded and how the girl looked at Cory. Although Cory's attention was on Zack, not the girl, which she was glad for, eyeing the girl as she walked off to where she didn't know or care, as long as she stayed away from Cory. Nevertheless, the look she was giving Cory had her curious. Watching how Alice joined her husband when he waved to her. Snuggling closer to Cory, noting the sad looks on the teenager's faces.
"Everyone, I know you all know Alice is pregnant, now don't look at me like that, Aunt Bev," Zack intoned as his aunt rolled his eyes at him. "What none of you know is that on Friday, Alice had her first ultrasound, and the miracles of joy never cease. We learned that Alice is having twins, twin boys in fact," he said, smiling at their shocked faces, all except two before his family shouted out in joy as they rushed to ring them in. Nodding slyly to Cory and Dayana as they rose their hands in goodbye before they headed off to his car.
"Still can't believe you're doing this?!" Zoe said in awe as she, Cassy, and Dayana all stood off watching as the woman prepped Cory to get his tongue ring.
"I'm a father now; I have to show my kids that a man sticks to his word," Cory said with all the bravado he could muster at the moment. "What you should be more concerned about is how Cassy had this all set up so quickly," he stated, eyeing his sister.
"Oh, I've been planning this for two months," Cassy said seductively as she leaned over the woman's shoulder that she trusted enough to pierce and tattoo her more private areas.
"I knew those peace talks were a ruse?!" Cory joked, trying to stall this as long as possible. However, as the woman attached the needle to the gun, he knew there was no going back.
"Oh, don't you worry, Cory; once the swelling in your tongue goes down, you know what's going to happen, don't you?" Cassy purred lustfully as she rose to her full height.
"Save me," Cory whispered to the woman, who just chuckled. With trepidation sticking out his tongue as the woman asked. Gripping the hand-rest of the seat as the cold needle punctured his tongue, then that same horrible pain on the left side of his tongue as Cassy had told her friend to give him the venom piercing.
"Mmm... yes," there was no mistaking the wanton lust in Cassy's eyes as she held Cory's chin in her hand as she tilted his chin upwards, "I'm going to be sure to give this tongue the proper workout once you're healed."
The End.
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