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$60,000.”
    My mouth dropped. Who pays $60,000 for a
vehicle? I could buy five of my Civic for that price.
    Jason continued on with his excitement filled
tour of his baby. He opened the inside and had me sit down. This
was one impressive car. He was going on and on about it being a
5.8L V8 engine and some other nonsense that I neither understood
nor cared about. I noticed that the car was a convertible, which I
loved. The inside was all black leather, with more gadgets than
should be allowed, just the like Raptor. I sensed a trend in his
choice of vehicles: they were both Fords and both silver.
    “So, you love your Fords huh?”
    “Hell yeah! American made baby!”
    I suddenly felt guilty for driving around in
my Civic. In my defense, the car was bought by my parents because
they felt it was safe and reliable – not to mention affordable.
    He took me by the hand, shut the door to the
Shelby, and walked me over to the impressive motorcycle sitting on
its own -- with two helmets draped over the handlebars.
    “This is my Harley CVO Breakout, and I’m
ready to take you out on her tonight.”
    I had never been on a motorcycle due to the
fact that I have overly paranoid parents who swear these things are
nothing but death machines. I was impressed by this one. So much
chrome, it smelled of fresh polish. The leather seats were polished
to perfection. This was a remarkable bike, and regardless of my
parents’ constant warnings fluttering through my head, I was ready
to ride.
    I took one of the helmets, put it on my head,
tightened the straps, and took a seat on the back of the bike.
Jason eyed me with excited curiosity.
    “Come on Mr. Bradley, take me on a ride.”
    “Haha,” he laughed. “You ain’t goin ridin
like that. Come inside, I got something for you to ride in.”
    What? He has something for me to ride in?
When did he have time to do this? How does he know my size? I was
curious, but at the moment, I was far too excited to argue, so I
followed him into the house.
    I remembered that I still had the helmet on
my head and started to remove it when Jason pulled out his
cellphone and stopped me.
    “Smile.” He snapped a picture of me in the
house with his motorcycle helmet on then took the helmet off of me
and told me to make myself at home while he got my attire.
    I was dumbstruck in his house. The inside was
equally extraordinary, just like the outside. There were cathedral
ceilings and travertine tile throughout the house. The kitchen was
probably the size of my entire apartment, with nothing but
stainless steel appliances. It was an open floor plan that led
directly into the living room. It was an astounding living room. It
too was floored in travertine tile, but had black rugs to bring in
a cozier feel. The fireplace, which was probably double the size of
any normal fireplace, was sitting in the right corner of the room,
facing the kitchen. There was a black leather sectional that
resembled movie theater seating facing an oversized television that
was mounted on the wall.
    I took a walk over to the mantle of the
fireplace to see photos of Jason and his family. He had a brother,
who looked almost identical to him. His mom was a beautiful blonde,
dressed impeccably, and his dad looked every bit the oil tycoon. I
saw a picture of a very cute little blond haired, blue eyed toddler
playing at a park. I wondered who the little girl was, but just as
my thoughts started to carry me away, Jason walked in with a pair
of black boots, and a black leather riding jacket.
    “Here you go.” He was wildly eyeing me while
handing them to me, awaiting my excitement.
    “Thanks. How did you know my size?”
    “While you were in the shower yesterday, I
browsed around.”
    Suddenly, I was struck by his immoral
snooping and troubling honesty.
    “Jason, that’s not okay. You were snooping in
my closet?”
    He looked at me incredulously. “I wouldn’t
call it snooping. I call it doing my homework. I knew I wanted to
take you out