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… [actually, there was no one in the driver seat, but i was yet to figure that out] … The back of the vehicle has no seats. It’s like the back of a van. Or rather, a wagon; which is a more suitable description. The only matter occupying space is me, and the two teenagers in front of me. We’re all sitting on the floor of the van. I don’t know where they’re taking me, but I can’t let despicable kids screw up my night. I’m supposed to attend a morning show where I talk about my profession in a few hours, and this is the last thing I need.

’ Castor scoffed. I rolled my eyes and climbed into the backseat with Henrik. I’d call this SUV roomy if I were seated behind Zoe, but I’m not. I’m behind Alec, and while he’s not as tall as my brother or me, he’s still a tall enough dude to require his seat positioned further back. This drive was off to a great start, as I was left with little legroom for the drive to wherever we were going in Nebrodi.

he asked as he entered the car. I nodded. I wanted to decline because it felt embarrassing to make a request, but I have been hungry since earlier, despite having breakfast. I couldn’t help but be amazed by the interior of the car. I have only seen this kind of interior in movies, so I couldn’t believe that I was seeing it with my own eyes. The backseat area was incredibly spacious. Instead of the typical upright seats, there were couches and even a table! There was also a partition between where we were seated and the driver’s seat.

I said to him. After we finished packing and got everything in the car, Seth did found $15,250 in the back of the baby car seat. I told him to make a list of everything he knew she needed and I would add the necessities. He sat in the backseat with her so he could keep an eye on her while I drove.

Morgan calmly shut the front passenger door and slid into the backseat instead. Sebastian glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Why are you sitting in the back?" Now wasn’t the time to tear things apart just yet. Suppressing the nausea churning in her stomach, Morgan replied, "The backseat is safer." Sebastian chuckled. "Are you doubting my driving skills?" Morgan gave a half-hearted response, brushing him off before falling silent. Halfway through the drive, Sebastian’s phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID before declining the call.

"Jesus, Mom, nice dirty talk. I'd love to fuck you right now. That back seat looks kinda small for someone my size, though." Mom grins and says, "Ah, but there's a feature you may be unaware of." She reaches into the overhead and pushes a button different from the sunroof. A motor begins to whir, and the backseat starts moving into a flattened bed. She climbs over the seats and onto the new surface when it stops moving. "Well, I'll be damned." I hop out and into the back quickly. I'm too big to climb over. "Come on, Petey, come fuck, Mommy."

Now, though, I couldn’t muster much interest. Still, I didn’t want to waste the opportunity to learn something new, so I forced myself to agree. When we got to Charles’ car, I instinctively reached for the front passenger door, only to be stopped by him. “Sarah, get in the backseat. Bev doesn’t like it when someone else sits up front.” So, I climbed into the backseat. The front passenger seat was covered in pink cushions and adorned with a cartoon nameplate. “Princess Bev’s Special Seat,” it wrote.

The limo was waiting outside, long and black and sleek, and the driver was standing ready with the door already open. There was even a red carpet runner on the driveway, which felt excessive because it's just us here, in this secluded estate. Dad helped Mom in first, always the gentleman with his hand at her elbow, and he helped her slide in gracefully and then settled into the back seat. "Come on, kids!" The interior had front-facing back seats for the parents and rear-facing front seats for us. Dad gestured toward the rear-facing seats. "You two up front." I went first, being very careful with my dress, the slit and the heels.

On the way back, we took Kurt's car. Max had his own special child seat. I hesitated for a long while. Thinking of what had just happened in the office, I decided to sit in the back. My hand had just touched the door handle when Kurt's voice drifted lazily from the front. "Do I look like your driver?" I froze, then quietly released the handle and fumbled for an excuse. "No, I just… wanted to see the view from the backseat."

“Before we break something important like my spine or your ability to walk tomorrow, Backseat please.” Climbing over seats became a pure comedy. I hit my knee on the gear lever and almost knocked myself out on the back cushion. I laughed as I finally, dress bunched uselessly over the waist, sat on the seat, “This has to be the most unsexy car sex in the history of bad decisions,” I groaned.