He turns off onto a different street, the neighborhood getting increasingly nice with each passing house as he maneuvers the car into an area lined with large, expensive mansions.
He pulls the car into a long gravel driveway in front of one of the mansions.
“My God!Your parents live here?Just how rich are they?”
Opening the door,he takes my hand and helps me out.
“Very”,he answered.
“They only like to flaunt it around every chance they get, so don't worry about their bullshit. All money and no class. And don't think I won't notice if you try getting up to anything while we're inside. My parents have the whole place rigged with cameras—even the damn bathroom.”
“Bathroom???”,I laugh.
“I'm not joking, sweetheart. I grew up in that place. They absolutely have cameras in the bathrooms. T
