without a trace

chapter 3

we all started joking and I was telling stories about when josh, Joey and I were younger.

"this one time we was all drunk in the middle of a field, Josh here drove. apparently someone called the cops and they came towards us from the other side of the field we took off and this dumbass dropped his truck keys so I had to hotwire the truck and we took off." i siad laughing along with everyone else.
"yeah you were the only girl allowed to drive my truck it took me weeks to get a new key without my parents finding out. mack had to come over every morning and hotwire it for me."

"you know how to hotwire a car? damn that's hot." opie said smiling.

"she also knows how to fix them, race them and dont even put her on a fourwheeler near mud cause itll be covered in it, damn good shot with any gun too." Josh said exhaling his cigarette smoke.

"damn why did Joey let you go? not many girls know how to do any of that." jax said with a chuckle shaking his head. I looked at Josh. "some things just dont work out." I said as cool as I could. when in reality Joey cheated on me when I thought we was going to spend our lives together. a tall skinny guy with a prospect patch walked up from the garage
"mack this is half-sack."
"I dont even want to ask but nice to meet you half sack."
"you too, but I lost one of my nuts by a bombing in iraq." he said as he began undoing hit belt buckle.
"oh fuck naw man I'm good i believe you, you ain't got to show me. that's horrible I'm sorry."
everyone laughed.
I heard motorcycles coming, as they passed us I recognized both of them.