Aston Martin Beauty
July 16th, 2010
I was just sixteen years old and had never been out on a real date. Ferdinand invited me to a dance. He was seventeen years old. I was astonished when my parents said that it was okay for him to pick me up in his Aston Martin. It was so exciting. What a beautiful car he had. My father lectured him before we left. He told him he must drive slow and carefully and he had better have me back to the house by 10 o’clock. He told him he would call the police if he did not. My father can be really tough.
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