Chapter 32: A Mobility Request

“Daddy,” addressing Nate, “I need your help. You know that I’ve been trying to get a driver’s license. I need to have twenty hours of behind-the-wheel experience kept in a log book, which I have to submit with my application. You don’t have to do anything. You can read an e-book or watch a movie, whatever you want. You can even recline the seat and take a nap if you like. Would you do this chore with me, Daddy?”

“Only if you promise to be careful and drive like an old lady. I don’t want to be jostled. With that stipulation, I’ll agree.”

“Oh, thank you! I’ll be a good girl, you’ll see.”

Sette played it straight for a week; she wasted gas driving Nate’s Audi A8 (a luxury sedan from Germany) aimlessly around town. Nate was working from home, and by three o’clock, he wanted to get his eyes off the computer screen. So, they would get in the Audi, and she started picking up Dennis from the high school’s parking lot. This caused a bit of a sensation among his peers.

Dennis complained, “Such an incredible car. I wish I could drive it sometime.”

“Eh. It’s a car. Push the long pedal and it goes. Push the rectangular pedal and it stops. It does have nice leather seats, though. I enjoy the butt warmer. A lot.”

“Mm. Here’s to warm asses!” Dennis leered.

“Dennis, when I’m in the car, you need to control yourself. As one of Sette’s many parents, I choose to believe she isn’t having wild monkey sex with you because she’s so sweet and unsullied by the flames of lust.”

“So that time we were in her bedroom together, it was to play Gin Rummy?”

“Exactly. Isn’t that what you, Sette, told us after he left?”

“Yeah. It’s amazing how sweaty I can get while playing card games with my buddy Dennis.”

“I’m closing my eyes. From now on, I expect both of you to use euphemisms.”

“I can do that. I’m hoping our next rummy game will be more extended yet more private,” responded Dennis.

“HANG ON!” cried Sette. A car had carelessly backed out of a driveway right in front of them, blocking the curb and middle lanes. Even though Nate was in the second row (behind the driver), he had a shoulder and lap belt just like the front row. The other second row passenger, Pam, had put on her lap-shoulder belt without any conscious thought. It was just an automatic routine for her.

Nobody in the Audi was hurt, although a diagonal bruise across their chests would show the next time they showered.

When the bruising had reached its peak, Sette had propped her Android phone on a shelf and backed up a few paces.

“Hey Google, take a selfie!”

The image was perfect. Everyone was shirtless and looking in the general direction of the camera. Sette had hustled to be in the frame and covered her nipples with her fingers. Pam did the same.

The lawyer handling her case (and others who were injured) used an enlargement of the image in their meetings with the defense counsel. In Sette’s case, the final order was for $350,000—a massive sum considering their damages were not permanent. The negligent driver’s insurance had a two million dollar limit because he was wealthy. Consequently, all three of Sette’s passengers (Pam, Nate, and Dennis) received the same $350k payouts.

“I should find another wealthy fool to crash into.”

The estimate to repair the Audi was shocking. Many interior plastic/vinyl panels were burst or torn by deployed air bags. Everything had to be imported from Germany. Fortunately, repairs were up to the leasing agency that actually owned the car.

Nate requested another Audi A8, because the roomy car was a good fit for his large frame. He was comfortable even while riding in the back seat; few American cars offered that much room. Temporarily, they assigned a “crew cab” four-door pickup truck to him, which had plenty of head room. But the truck was unpleasant to drive with its huge size and its stiff and uncomfortable ride.

“I don’t want to ride in that giant truck with you driving, Sette. Not because you’re a bad driver; it’s just a bad angle for you trying to see over the hood. Do we know how many hours you have done compared to what you need?”

“Let me figure, I think I might be close. Hmm. Oh, you’re off the hook, I make it out to be 21-1/2 hours, and I needed twenty. Thank you, you’re awesome. (Smack). I love you, Nate. Pam, he’s all yours. Instead of drowsing while I drive around pointlessly, you can have some daytime fun. Take your clothes off in the daylight and show him what he likes about your body.”

“Nate, tell me, what do you like about my body?”

“You know my answer, everything! I’m hardening just thinking about watching you undress.”

“Oh, really? This ancient body turns you on?”

“Hey!” interrupted Nate. “Nobody insults my Pam, including herself. She’s a beautiful woman whom I love.”