Share Your Toys, Timothy!
Copyright© 2019 by TonySpencer
Epilogue
Romantic Sex Story: Epilogue - Readers with siblings will know about the title. I hated it, as a child who liked to look after my toys, when Mother ordered me to share my toys with my brothers or house guests. They would break them or lose attachments or fold over the corners of your comics or books. Tim Smith was like that. He started out poor and had to share growing up but as an adult he refused to share. Oh he was generous to a fault and he'd give you the shirt off his back, but share what was precious to him? No, never!
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Rape Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Crime
TWO WEEKS later, Tim’s brother Ned pulled his beat-up old pick-up truck over to the kerb and parked in the road in front of Tim’s house. When he walked up the drive he saw Tim working on his classic Jaguar sports car in the garage with the doors open. It was a nice bright sunny spring day. Tim looked up from polishing his pride and joy and waved at his younger brother.
“Hi Tim,” Ned saluted back, “Just to let you know that the ... er ... scrap you wanted collecting and getting rid of has been disposed of.”
“Permanently?”
“Permanently,” Ned emphasised, “Never to surface again, in fact it has already been shipped out and dropped into the steel smelter and should be fast approaching 1370 degrees about now. Anything left when the dross is scraped off will be unrecognisable and end up buried in a slag heap somewhere, never to see the light of day.”
“Thanks, Ned, I do appreciate it.”
Ned briefly flashed a smile.
“No worries.” Ned simpered, “I offered to help you and was glad that one of my contacts came up with the info that Toby was hiding out at that motel turned out to be genuine.”
“Did he say anything ... before?”
“He never said nothing, didn’t survive me running him off the road. He was just leaving the motel as I arrived and I followed him up the bypass. Rolled half a dozen times before he stopped. Stupid prat didn’t even have his seatbelt on. Banged up me nearside wing a little. He tried to make a run for it and I couldn’t let him get up to speed or he would have got away. I guess I hit him a bit too hard. The boys at Mac’s towed and crushed the car with the ... er ... package inside. I went over with our Jeff when he used his rig to tow a whole consignment of metal to the smelter. Carl arranged the timing to perfection. We left after we saw it feed in to the blast furnace and sealed up.”
“Thanks, that’s good work.” Tim looked around to make sure Michelle was still inside, “Guess we’ll never know about the other man...”
“Nah, looks like the bugger got away with it this time.”
Ned ran a hand over the smooth polished British racing green painted surface of the E-Type Jaguar.
“Lovely car, Tim,” he said, “Nice finish you’ve got on that paintwork. It’d be great to take Manda down the coast for the weekend in something like this...”
Tim pulled the keys from his overalls pocket and tossed them to him. Ned caught them one-handed.
“It’s ready to go,” Tim said, “I’ve just fitted the soft-top, checked the tyres and fluids and she still has a full tank from after I last used it. Fill up the tank again before you bring it back on Monday. If I’m not here, use the garage clicker in the glove compartment to put it away and leave the keys on the workbench. The garage door closes and locks itself automatically after 90 seconds.”
“OK if I open her up along the bypass a couple or three times, just to get used to the handlin’ of course?”
“Sure, why not?” Tim agreed, “It’ll help blow away a few cobwebs.”
