I slid the Lincoln into the slot and slammed on the brakes, almost hitting my head on the steering wheel in the process. They’re so touchy, it’ll take some getting used to. Got out to see if it was okay. Of course, I was crooked, so I tried backing up to straighten it out. It took three tries. Ronny says most women can barely drive but I am so bad, I must have showed someone my t**s to get a license. And since the new Lincoln Continental is as big as the boat Ronny wants to buy, parking is a real pain in the ass.
“I won’t have my wife driving a crap car,” Ronny said, when he brought it home.
I thought the old Plymouth Coupe was fine, but I didn’t dare argue. “It’s pretty. I like the beige color.”
“Not beige, champagne, like my tastes.” He paused, shaking his head at me as if I were youn
