You must have been high when you asked that woman on the forum to marry you?
Na, I was thinking about the car. Game me a flashback memory from my youth.
When I was 21 I dated a gal who had a 1970 Judge, RA III, 4-speed. Loved
that car. One day she says she has a surprise for me and she turns off this dirt road way out in the woods and follows it to the end.
She says 'Let's get out" and we do, and then she tells me to stand over by a tree and close my eyes. So I did. A couple minutes later she tells me to open them. I did. There she stood with her dress removed and in nothing but her panties. A fine body I have to admit. Then she gives me one of "those looks" and says to me, "Take anything you want."
Well hell, I knew that panties wouldn't fit, right?, so I hopped in the Judge and drove off. That car was one of my favorites.
Today I feel a little guilty for doing that, and often hope she got home OK, but who wouldn't jump at the opportunity to take the Judge, am I wrong?