new york 2:4

Finally after an hour of waiting, Jill came running. I'd forgotten all about the kids. I'd reached my arm through the open wing window of a Pontiac and managed to unlock it. I was sitting in it, smoking a cigar from the glove compartment. I figured the owner wouldn't mind once it was my car, and I needed to check out the feel. But the owner didn't show. Jill said the owner of her car had returned but was in a hurry.

move on...