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After the first ride in Mick's car, she would stop by the Youth Motor Sports Association hall to see Mick almost every afternoon, and the two of them spent more and more time together.In the end, her thoughts were no longer on the walk, but on going straight to the guild hall.She knew the other JSA members, all of them guys Mick's age and type.She felt part of the group for the first time because she was with Mick, no problem, no further qualifications needed, and they didn't seem to care that she was Folsenstrom's daughter. Still, being alone with him in the workshop was the best thing about being there, mainly because Mick seemed so much more at ease when it was just the two of them, and he happily taught her everything he knew about engines and cars.Sometimes he would take her for rides, and when he was in a very good mood, he would let her drive on quiet forest roads.The first time he had her sit in his arms to practice controlling the car, she felt his thighs under hers, felt his belly against her buttocks.Her whole body reacted strangely to these touches.She felt hot and tense, and then she knew his hands were holding hers on the steering wheel.

When she got home after that trip, she wrote his name under the chair in her room.He was her secret, and that secret seemed to endow her with a magical power that must manifest in some way.Perhaps because she stopped bothering to listen, the slander at school bothered her less and the daily routine became more tolerable. She spent the whole day looking forward to seeing him again, wanting to smell him, wanting to be by his side and watch him bend over to the car to find something to show her.She watched him feel for every detail with great admiration, watching his hands move with familiarity among the parts of the engine.

She longed to be in that same space, with him, near him. After the summer break, she started taking upper-year courses, so she had to come to Vetlanda to take classes.She herself would definitely choose mechanical engineering, but she knew not to mention it to anyone but Mick.It would be reckless to reveal to her mother even the slightest hint that Mrs. Fosenstrom felt that a three-year course in economics would suit Sybylla best and enhance her standing in the family company. Besides, such a choice There is also a sense of class. Of course, she fully practiced her mother's ideas. Whenever Mick was in town on business, he would pick up Sybylla after school.Sibylla would hide first, until she missed the school bus.The De Soto would be waiting for her two or three blocks from the school, and seeing that De Soto always filled her with longing and pride.She sat happily in the car seat, leaned back, and De Soro drove her forty kilometers back to Hartley.

The car never took her home, or even saw her home. Once, on his way home from school like this, he turned off the main road and followed a forest path not far from Vetlanda.She looked at him, but his eyes remained fixed on the road ahead.Neither spoke. Inside, she knew what was going to happen, and she'd been looking forward to that.He stopped the car and they went outside and stood there facing each other for a while. She was close to him, in complete trust, feeling that she belonged to him, that she was his choice. He spread out the brown checked blanket so they could lie down.He penetrated her body tenderly.

She was his alone, and he belonged to hers. She watched his face out of the corner of her eye, amazed at the pleasure she was able to give him.He melted into her, his heart was on her, his body was on her body, he gave himself to her. The two of them intertwined.She would sacrifice anything, anything, just for a few seconds of this intimacy. The fried potato swelled into an unmanageable mass in her mouth.Her parents chewed in silence. Sheer anguish, waiting for anger to explode. She couldn't swallow the food in her mouth. She held two forks in her hand, no, three, and the table moved up and down, and she had to swallow what was in her mouth, but the fear in her stomach wanted to push the food back up.

swallow it!For heaven's sake, swallow it!Don't make things worse. forgive me!Please forgive me!Tell me what to do to beg forgiveness.Don't keep me waiting, please! I will do anything to get forgiveness. At any cost. Beatrice.Folsenstrom put down the knife and fork in her hand, and she broke the deadlock with a simple statement, but she still didn't look at Sibylla. Sybylla, I hear you're riding around in someone's horrible old car now.