Excerpt: Jake’s blood rushed as he watched the shimmering strands of hair move like waves of summer grass in the breeze when she tilted her head ever so slightly behind the screen door. All thoughts of automobiles were instantly drained from his mind. He could not control the sudden hard that pushed his pants forward. Embarrassed, he hoped she could not see the throbbing cigar shaped bulge that hinged upward.
“Good morning Miss Beautiful; your hair is lovely in the sunlight,” he said in a loud voice as he tipped his yellow straw hat and bowed his head ever so slightly.
“Go to the devil!” the seventeen year old responded, and whirled around to retreat farther inside the house into the shadows out of his sight. But she smiled to herself and felt a warm surge through her body as her youthful bosom heaved gently.
The next time she saw him, he was driving the new Ford roadster. The word convertible wasn’t coined yet. It was a honey, with big shiny wire spoke wheels mounted in front of both running boards. Four wheels on the ground to go and two up on the top for show. The car was painted bright yellow, with accent touches of dark brown. The tires were white sidewalls. The front and back bumpers were heavily chrome plated. The light brown canvas top could be folded down. It was absolutely the most beautiful moving vehicle Mary Lou had ever laid her bright blue eyes upon, and the well-dressed brown-eyed fellow driving it obviously had a shine on her.
Now how could she wangle a ride in that car?
She puzzled over the problem of how to meet him for three days before she hit upon what she decided was an ideal solution. It was a bit of a gamble, but it would be worth it if it worked. She would use Tut as her foil.
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