Twenty-three year old Lia Harton was out taking an early morning jog along the sidewalk of the tree filled street that ran just out front of their sprawling tudor style mansion. Wearing her snugly fit denim shorts and navy muscle shirt with the earphones from her iPod that was strapped around h...
“Is it hard driving that thing?” she asked curiously as she watched him down his drink. She didn't want to seem to be persisting anymore but couldn't help it. That car fascinated her so much. Jordan laughed. “Not really why? I guess now you wanna drive it.” “I don't think so,” she replied wit...