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You and sister look towards each other at almost the same time, wouldn’t need a vaguely magical connection to get the idea. <span class="mu-i">Fuck him up, dad.</span> So the pair of you just slightly push your heads to one side then another, and the grinning man in front of you pops his sunglasses from where they were hung loosely from his shirt pocket, stuck them on.
“Alright. Got approval from my girls. Let me finish filling the tank, then lead the way, boy.”
“Psh. Try and keep up. Sure, you don’t want to let those two stay here? Shed some weight, not embarrass yourself right in front of them?”
“Hey!”
“Hey!”
You can almost feel your sister’s eyes harden, even as your own most certainly do. <span class="mu-i">You</span> can call Emmy fat, no one else! Your dad interrupted the concentrated beam of pissed off you had begun to send towards fuck-boy as he finished feeding Sally, placed the nozzle back on the pump.
“I do believe you just called my delightful daughters fat. I was going to just settle for emptying your wallet, and deflating that ego some, but now? We will see… Indeed.”, and daddy turns towards the pair of you with an almost insane smile and chuckle, one that could be straight out of a muggle cartoon.
Oh. <span class="mu-i">Oh.</span>
This was going to be fun.
A few minutes and a couple of miles later, your dad’s car and the other are sitting just past an intersection, staring down a two lane road where you could only barely make a stop sign out, right towards the end.
“Mind if one of my girls picks a CD to put on before we go, Mr. Hernan?”
“Shit. Do what you have to do to make this less embarrassing. Tell them to pick something sad, though.”
“Haha. Will do my best.”
Daddy, he had upgraded the sound system some, put in a newer CD player in place of the old radio which had basically rotted out by the time he found Sally; had a large binder full of vintage and not so vintage muggle song collections… well if this was going down like you though it would, might as well pick a good song to listen to over Sally making the road her bitch.
>Suggest a theme or just play your own!
Inside the back seat of the car since he didn’t want to play favorites, you and Emmy didn’t even bother with seatbelts. Just came in close to stare through the center of the windshield as Sally pulled up to the stop sign that would be your starting line. Heard the old girl speak, purr as fuck-boy and daddy glanced at one another from their seats.
And when the cocksucker jutted ahead before what ever signal he and your father had decided upon, you heard as Lucerne Sanders just laughed as he tossed his car into drive and tossed you and your sister back into the seat with his mad acceleration as good music thrummed through the interior and road noise creeped in from the outside.
>Will post the end stuff after making food for Sunday dinner.
