Chapter 264: Getting My New Car

Thursday, June 23, 2005

When we got the call to come get my new car, I said, "We'll need to get a taxi there, otherwise how will we get the Honda back?"

"We'll tell the car lot to lend us someone to drive it back. You just spent $60,000 with them."

"Ahh, yeah. Good point."

As I'd promised, after driving Julia home, Donna was the first Anderson family member to get a ride. She was with some friends, so they got rides too. They all loved it, especially when I "put the lid down," as cool people like me call retracting the hardtop. Although the word "lid" might be cool only in my imagination, my claim to coolness did have some basis in reality: Opening the roof requires pushing a button. The button needs to be held continuously while the lid is retracting, which takes about twenty five seconds. There's no engineering reason why pushing the button once couldn't do the job, rather than making the driver hold the damned thing for half a minute. That's just annoying. I'd much rather get into the car, start the lid retracting, get my sunglasses on, put my seatbelt on, etc., rather than have all those things stalled because I have to be a statue for twenty five seconds. I guess the reason for the deliberate inconvenience is so if someone puts their baby on the top of the roof, gets inside the car, and then accidentally presses the lid retraction button, the ex-parents of the pancake-baby won't sue Lexus for a billion dollars for making a baby-flattening car. Not having a baby, or being stupid enough to put one on the roof before folding it into the trunk, I just use NP to hold the button while I do everything else I want. If I didn't have that ability, the FIRST thing I would've done when buying one of these cars is get that stupid switch fixed.

Savannah was the next passenger. I told Julia my plan for fooling Savannah into thinking that we did a lot of group sex, so she'd end up being used as party entertainment by my soccer team. Julia thought that was a good plan, because it'd be good for me to get practice at manipulating people. I was glad Julia agreed, because my idea for the first step along that path required Julia to go topless. I'd arranged to meet Savannah at a rendezvous point away from her home. Julia and I were parked out of sight waiting for Savannah to arrive (we were out of Savannah's sight, but she wasn't out of mine, as I had a sight blob a hundred feet up in the air looking for her).

When Savannah was in position, I drove as close as I could without being seen, then Julia took her top off. Once Julia was ready, I lowered the lid. With the top half of the car missing Julia was totally exposed to anyone who got close, so I quickly drove around the corner to Savannah.

When Savannah got out of her car and looked down into ours as we arrived, she got a heck of a surprise, "JULIA! Everyone can see you!"

"That's part of the fun, haha. Mostly it's for Mark. He's got a very generous, open attitude toward sexy fun. He's much better than most guys."

While Julia was putting her shirt back on, Savannah wandered around the outside of the car, admiring it. I demonstrated the lid-going-up, then lid-going-down process. It's actually amazingly cool, regardless of the stupid button design. [Many times in the future I'd park somewhere in town, putting the lid up before I left the car (again using NP to hold the STUPID button). People would stop and admire the motion of the lid's movements and ask me to put it down so they could watch it again. If they had big tits I'd agree, and sometimes if they were simply nice and friendly. By the time they'd seen the full cycle, more people would have arrived and often asked to see it again. Sometimes it took me a while to leave my car.]

Julia climbed into the backseat, leaving Savannah to get into the front.

Savannah asked, "I don't want to be topless."

I'd been expecting her to say something like that, and I knew what to say, "Of course not. You know very well that Julia and I never push anybody into doing anything sexual that they're uncomfortable with. It's not as if you're my girlfriend. You're just a girl from school."